Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max )
Chapter 399

Chapter 399 

Connor’s smile was fraying at the edges, a clear sign that he wouldn’t need to deal with Brielle himself; she seemed perfectly capable of causing her own downfall. 

$77777uddenly, the overhead speakers in the hall crackled to life, broadcasting a voice crisp with authority. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, our casino’s state–of–the–art surveillance system offers 360–degree, no–blind–spot monitoring, capturing every nuanced movement–even the trajectory of a single hair strand. Throughout this game, we’ve observed closely, and I can assure you, Ms. Brielle has played a fair hand.” 

No one doubted the capabilities of the casino’s security. Even the slickest card sharks known to grace the world’s gambling hot spots could pull no tricks here. Brielle, a mere rookie, stood. no chance of cheating under the watchful eyes of countless cameras, let alone in full view of a captivated audience. Not to mention the numerous staff backstage who had their eyes glued to this very game, making any deception on Brielle’s part next to impossible. 

Connor felt as if his soul had been yanked out of his body. He slumped backward, collapsing onto the floor. It was over. All was lost. 

All those chips were squandered–his company’s last lifeline was gone. 

14.3 billion. He could’ve won 14.3 billion, but Brielle, that wretched woman, had ruined everything. And now, he was in debt–4 billion in the hole. 

Trembling took over Connor’s frame as he watched Brielle return 4.3 billion in chips to Dustin with a smile playing on her lips. “Mr. Lynch, consider this doubled and returned.” 

Dustin raised an eyebrow playfully. “Should I say you’re lucky?” 

Others might have been unsettled sitting next to Brielle, but her expression remained impassive throughout, a blend of audacity and charm. 

Brielle had the remaining 10 billion in chips converted into a check, her smile curving deeper. “There are 1,326 possible two–card combinations in a 52–card deck, and when you factor in the four suits, each non–paired hand has 16 variations, and each off–suited non–pair hand has 12. Given the pairs you and Mr. Hatfield held, it narrowed down the range for the last community card. Your blockers were the most decisive cards in determining the odds.” 

Dustin chuckled, draping an arm around her shoulder to halt her explanation. “So it’s not luck. but card counting?” 

Brielle nodded with a spark in her eyes. “But odds can be so unpredictable.” 

“Such brilliance–not at all surprised by your academic accolades.” 

The title of valedictorian, in the eyes of people like Dustin, held little value. Yet the more he observed Brielle, the more he was taken by her–she was smart, beautiful, and gutsy. He took Brielle’s hand, gently kissing it–a gesture devoid of any untoward implication, simply an 

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expression of delight. 

“Little Bri. I’m growing quite fond of you. How about you come with me…” 

Dustin’s offer was cut short by Connor’s bellowing. “Bitch! You vile bitch! I don’t believe it! I don’t believe this!” 

Connor’s rage was swiftly quelled as burly security guards dragged him away; his figure was the epitome of disarray. 

The onlookers exchanged knowing glances at Brielle. The older ones chuckled at the audacity of youth. They had overheard Brielle and Dustin’s exchange, realizing that this wasn’t merely luck at play: Brielle had been calculating her moves all along. The gambling world was rife with. pros skilled in the art of odds, but none so meticulous as this. 

She’s a true prodigy. 

After this night, Brielle’s name would be synonymous with victory in this illustrious casino. The crowd, having gossiped their fill about the night’s events, dispersed back to their own games. 

Brielle, holding the check worth 10 billion, allowed a triumphant smirk to form. It was the perfect infusion of capital her company needed. 

Upstairs, Andrew’s cold laughter went unnoticed, as did Tessa’s bitter expression beside him. 

Brielle! Tessa seethed with hatred, unable to fathom how this woman kept stealing the spotlight. 

Damn it, why her! 

Andrew remained oblivious to Tessa’s turmoil. He could have snapped a photo of Brielle cozying up to Dustin and sent it to Max, but he refrained. It was better for them to split sooner 

rather than later. 

Yet, the thought of Max potentially being cuckolded soured Andrew’s opinion of Brielle even further. Still, as a brother, he had already warned Max twice–that was enough. 

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