Chapter 391

At the poker table, the game was heating up, and only Brielle had the guts to raise the stakes, pushing in a massive twelve million. If anyone wanted to stay in the game, they’d have to match that hefty sum, Some players folded, but the pot was swelling, and was now over eighty million.

The dealer confirmed the end of the first round and flipped the community cards: a pair of fours. and the King of Hearts.

As the second round of betting began, the player to Brielle’s right put in their chips. After a moment’s thought. Brielle casually said, “Check.”

Her words triggered laughter around the table, not just from Connor but from the onlookers as well.

Dustin, seated to Brielle’s left, couldn’t help but chuckle, resting his head in his hand. Brielle, puzzled by the reaction, turned to ask, “What’s so funny?”

Dustin found her innocent confusion utterly charming. “You can’t just check after someone’s raised,” he said with a light–hearted flick to her forehead. “It’s either put up or fold, darling. Don’t you know the basics?”

The murmurs started to spread through the crowd.

“I thought she was some kind of poker pro with that cool act of hers.”

“Who gave her the nerve to sit there, not knowing squat?”

“This is no–limit- she could lose billions if she messes around.”

Connor was practically giddy with delight. It seemed she didn’t even grasp the fundamental rules. “So naïve,” he thought, “Max would never fall for someone as clueless as her.”

Undisturbed by the chatter, Brielle tossed her cards into the muck. “Then I fold.”

Her fold brought the round to a swift end as the seasoned players made quick decisions.

Brielle’s first round was a comedy of errors in the eyes of the onlookers, raising blindly and trying to check when it wasn’t allowed.

That round saw Connor rake in three hundred million. A passing Bunny got a firm smack on the behind from Connor, who then slipped a couple of chips down her cleavage with a flourish. Whistles filled the air as she blew a bold kiss his way.

After his show, Connor sneered at Brielle. “Brielle, you can still back out now. Spend a couple of nights with me, and I’ll cover what you lose so you won’t owe Mr. Lynch.”

Before Brielle could respond, Dustin chuckled. “Connor, even the ones who’ve just held my hand would get more than a measly twelve million from me. Be careful with your words.” His eyes twinkled with amusement.

Connor quickly apologized, “My apologies, Mr. Lynch. I just don’t want you to be fooled by this 11:07 Chapter tot woman. Her past is a tangled mess.”

No sooner had he finished than Brielle arched an eyebrow. “Mr. Connor, before you talk about others‘

messy private lives, why not ask around about your own reputation? You were the one chasing me for marriage, remember? Sour grapes much?”

Dustin was the first to laugh, followed by Sammuel, even to the point of coughing.

Connor turned red with fury. His constant needling at Brielle had everyone wondering if there was truth to her words; was he really just bitter because he couldn’t have her?

Frustrated, Connor snapped at the dealer, “What are you waiting for? Get on with the second. round!”

Clearly, he was embarrassed and angry.

For the next rounds, Brielle was the fastest to fold. It seemed she had finally grasped the rules. and didn’t dare to gamble recklessly as she did in the first.

Sammuel won the second round, pocketing five hundred million.

Brielle lost six million in the third round and three million in the fourth. She folded early in every round, never making it past the first cycle of bets. To the seasoned players, she was the least. interesting, too cautious and afraid to lose, an oddity in a no–limit game.

After four rounds, Brielle had lost the least, but the spectators were growing restless.

“If you don’t know how to play, step down and let me take over.”

“Yeah, just hogging a seat and folding every hand. You should have picked up the basic rules by now, right?”

“Typical woman, too timid. If you know your place, why not just be a pretty face and stay out of the game?”

Hearing these comments, Connor’s face was the picture of arrogance. He had won two billion over the four rounds, emerging as the biggest winner at the table.

Of course, the biggest loser was Dustin – the infamous Money Burner.