Master of his heart

Chapter 390
The crowd's gaze wasn’t on Connor; instead, it was fixated on Brielle.
Seated around the table were faces regularly splashed across the finance
sections of newspapers, scions of the top ten magnate families of Beaconsfield,
and North American blue bloods like Dustin.
And Brielle? She was none of these things. Yet here she was, taking her seat at
this thrilling. eye-opening poker game, her posture poised with a confidence that
belied her status.
Typically, the women accompanying the high rollers to a casino like this clung to
their benefactors, playing the role of arm candy with a practiced grace. They
would barely dare to breathe too loudly while their patrons studied their cards,
fearing to provoke any displeasure.
This casino epitomized luxury, and many guests often brought along the top
ladies of the entertainment industry as their dates, ranging from award-winning
actresses to adored ingénues. Even the most seasoned celebrities would find
themselves awestruck upon their first visit to this establishment, but Brielle’s eyes
betrayed no such wonder, sparking curiosity. in those around her.
However, the people here weren't as gossipy as the online trolls, who threw
around vicious comments without a second thought. Most of those critics weren't
worth a million, while the ones standing in this room were at least millionaires.
Experience limits one’s perspective, perspective limits ability, and ability dictates
the playing field-it's a vicious cycle. That was why most of the crowd wouldn't
stoop to vulgar insults about a woman.
But Connor was the exception. Seeing Brielle ready to join the game, he couldn't
help but laugh. outright. “Brielle, come on, are you serious? Borrowing money
from Mr. Lynch to bet at this table? Can you handle the loss if your luck runs out?
Do you have any idea how much money goes into the pot in a no-limit game?”
Even if Brielle was once a miss of the Haywood family, they hadn't provided her
with a life of luxury. Her car wasn’t even worth two hundred thousand. Could she
possibly have any experience with Texas Hold'em?
Unperturbed, Brielle simply placed her chips in front of her and spoke with
nonchalance. “So, I just won't lose, right?”
Her matter—of—fact tone left Connor speechless. His body was shaking with silent
rage, thought he couldn't do anything as everyone had taken their seats. He
scoffed and muttered under his breath.
“We'll just see you crying all the way home tonight. Then you'll realize that there
are places that just aren't meant for lowly people like you.”
Brielle ignored him, instead scanning the other players at the table. Apart from
Dustin and Connor, she recognized everyone else, though only by sight. What
puzzled her the most was
the heir to the Hatfield family, Sammuel, who offered her a warm smile. She
could only return the gesture with a small smile of her own before the dealer
appeared, and the room fell into
silence.
Though Texas Hold’em was a common sight in casinos, playing no—limit was
another league entirely, especially with a wild card like Dustin in the mix. The pot
could swell to an astronomical sum in the blink of an eye.
The attendees, all wealthy in their own right, couldn't help but steal glances at
Brielle, whose composure seemed to surpass even the most seasoned veterans
of high-stakes games.
As the first round of dealing commenced, the players to the dealer's left placed
their bets, six million and three million, respectively.
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Without watching the others
reactions, Brielle glanced at her orn
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checked his hand. Being to the left of
the big blind, Brielle was the first to
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act. She raised an eyebrow. “Raise.
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Her raise was twelve million, bringing the pot to twenty—one million.
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At his words, Brielle lifted her gaze to meet his. “Mr. Connor, all your talk seems
to revolve around what's in your pants. Now I understand why your company’s
tanking.”
Each word struck a nerve, and Connor, chest heaving with fury, realized he was
no match for Brielle in a verbal spar.
That bitch!
Fine, he thought, tonight he’d make her see that this kind of game was no place
for a woman. Women belonged in bed, legs spread, pleasing men-that was all
they were good for.
He bit back any further comment and cautiously opted to call the bet.