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Chapter 392
Dustin remained cool as a cucumber throughout the game, only casting a glance when he
overheard someone gossiping about Brielle, which promptly silenced the chatter.
Brielle paid no mind to the whispers, focusing intently on the fifth round. This time, she
upped the ante with a whopping 18 million. She held her ground through the first round of
betting and waited as the community cards were revealed.
Connor, spotting her serious expression, couldn’t help but smirk. “Brielle, looks like you’re
finally willing to dig deep into your pockets. Too bad, though. The more you lay down, the
harder you’re gonna fall. There are plenty of ways for a lady to make a buck, but you just
had to pick the one you’re least cut out for.”
The community cards were a Jack of Spade, a Five of Hearts, and a Five of Diamonds.
In Connor’s hand was a Five of Spades and an Ace of Diamonds, giving him at least a pair.
He matched Brielle’s 18 million bet and provocatively eyed her.
Unfazed by his taunts, Brielle watched as the betting round completed and the fourth
community card was turned over – an Ace of Spades.
Now, it was just her and Connor left at the table. She raised to 24 million, giving Connor a
measured smile. “Mr. Connor, you wouldn’t happen to be sitting on just two pairs, would
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Her tone was light as a feather. After speaking, she nudged her chips forward, indicating
she was ready to keep playing.
This was the first time Brielle had made it to the end, and it was down to just the two of
them. The onlookers, curious about her hole cards given her confident demeanor, began
to murmur among themselves.
“She’s gotten the hang of the rules and has been playing it safe. She must have
something solid to have stayed in this long.”
“Ha, the dark horse is betting 24 million now. She wouldn’t stick around without a surefire
win.” “That’s why playing with these types isn’t fun. There’s no suspense in winning‘ or
losing.”
Connor couldn’t believe Brielle could have a better hand, but the spectators‘ comments
sowed a seed of doubt, making his decision to raise a shaky one. In the end, he just called.
The pot was nearing the four billion mark, and he couldn’t believe Brielle had the appetite
for such a gamble. He figured she’d never seen so much money in her life, so her calm
must’ve been an act, especially since she had barely known the rules at the start.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, Brielle confidently raised again. And she doubled it,
shooting up to 48 million.
Someone who had been folding at the start was suddenly betting 48 million in one go, a
clear
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sign she was holding a very strong hand.
Sweat began to bead on Connor’s forehead, but he tried to look cool as he locked eyes
with Brielle. “Brielle, what’s in your hand?”
Brielle’s smile grew. “Though it’s my first night at this game, I’m pretty sure revealing
hole. cards to the opponent isn’t allowed. Mr. Connor, you’ve played long enough; don’t
you know the rules?”
Connor bit his lip in frustration. If he called, the pot would grow to six hundred million. He
had won a lot that evening, but he was there to win more, not to gamble recklessly,
especially not with Brielle looking so sure of herself.
Wiping the sweat from his brow and internally cursing Brielle once more, he gritted his
teeth and called the 48 million.
The final card was revealed – a King of Spades.
Brielle didn’t hesitate to raise once more, this time to 96 million. Everyone thought she
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhad lost her mind. She alone had put nearly three hundred million on the line.
That wasn’t a surprise for someone like Dustin, but Brielle? Could she handle the
consequences?
The crowd’s murmurs grew louder.
“If that’s not a strong hand, I’ll eat my hat.”
“All five cards are on the table, and she’s still going all in. Considering her previous play,
could it be the legendary royal flush?”
“The odds of hitting a royal flush are tens of thousands to one. It’s her first time playing:
how.
could she possibly
“If it’s not a royal flush, I’ll run naked right here.”
Connor’s forehead was slick with sweat as he pondered his next move. He had already
sunk four hundred million into the game, and now he had one choice: to call or to fold.
Calling meant throwing in another 96 million. Raising would only mean putting in more.
If Brielle had the royal flush, he’d lose another hundred million or so for nothing. But what
if she didn’t?
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