Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397 

Connor simply scoffed with a derisive smirk, choosing to remain silent, but the onlookers were anything but calm. 

Everybody was aware of Brielle’s victory in the previous round, and using the same tactic again would be foolish. Yet, with the pot swelling with money, everyone held their breath in 

anticipation of this round’s outcome. 

The last betting round was upon them, and it was Brielle’s turn to act first. However, Brielle had. already gone all–in during the last round of betting. Now, she could either call or fold. 

If she folded, she would lose everything she had invested–the colossal sum of eight hundred. million would become someone else’s fortune. Continuing to call, though, meant risking losing far more than that. 

The spectators‘ throats were tight with tension, yet Brielle merely turned to Dustin. “Mr. Lynch, could I trouble you for a loan of two billion chips?” 

Dustin raised an eyebrow, seemingly enjoying the sight of Brielle asking him for help. Without hesitation, he gestured to a waiter, who quickly returned with two billion in chips. 

At this poker table, money had ceased to be just money; it was as if the chips were merely insubstantial pieces of paper. 

Once the chips were in her possession, Brielle tossed them into the pot. The pot swelled by another two billion, reaching an astronomical 12.3 billion. 

The onlookers fell silent, their excitement mounting as they waited to see who would win this gamble. 

It was Dustin’s turn to speak next. He flipped his hole cards with a flourish. “I fold. No way I’m playing this hand. Little Bri’s claiming a royal flush, and I’m not about to be the big loser here.” His face was alight with amusement, seemingly indifferent to the billions he had just lost. 

His words drew scornful chuckles from the crowd, with someone shouting out. “If Brielle has a royal flush, I’ll livestream myself eating a chair!” 

His neighbor sneered. “Weren’t you the one threatening to streak last round?” 

The heckler’s face turned beet red, and the surrounding crowd erupted into laughter. The laughter died quickly as attention returned to the game. 

Following Dustin’s fold, Sammuel also bowed out as if they truly believed Brielle’s claim of a royal flush. 

Now, only one person was left to act–Connor. If Connor tossed in another two billion, they would go to showdown. Victory or defeat would be revealed shortly. 

Connor unhesitatingly borrowed two billion in chips and threw them into the pot. The pot grew to a staggering 14.3 billion. 

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Such an amount was beyond the wildest dreams of the average person, let alone on a poker table. This game was even worthy of high society’s attention. Thus, the area was packed to the brim with onlookers. 

After Connor’s bet, he stared intensely at Brielle. “I won’t be fooled again, Brielle. You’ve 

borrowed so much money, you could sell yourself thousands of times over, and it still wouldn’t cover your losses.” 

Leaning back casually, Brielle responded, “Mr. Connor, I did tell you I have a royal flush. Why won’t you take my advice?” 

Connor was in no mood for banter and revealed his hand–a three–of–a–kind, three sixes. Dustin had just admitted to having a pair of aces, and with the community cards being what they were, it was impossible for Brielle to have a straight or four–of–a–kind. For Brielle to win, she needed a royal flush, but that was one in several tens of thousands chance! 

Connor was bold in his move because Dustin’s and Sammuel’s hands had lessened the probability of Brielle having a three–of–a–kind. The most Brielle could have was a pair, maybe