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.

Lynch to bet at this table? Can you handle the loss if your luck runs out? Do you

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

placed her chips in front of her and spoke with nonchalance. “So, I

rage, thought he couldn’t

Then you’ll realize that

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

Hatfield family, Sammuel, who offered her a warm smile. She could only return the gesture with a small smile of her own before the

silence.

with a wild card like Dustin in the mix. The pot could swell to an astronomical sum in the