Chapter 393

Brielle was the epitome of cautious, never going all–in unless she was one hundred percent. sure of a win. This was simply her nature and not a trait she was willing to compromise on.

Once Connor understood this, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only discard the two cards.

“How could this damned jerk be so lucky. Damn it, after leaving the casino tonight, I must have someone kill her.” Connor was cursing in his heart, his teeth grinding together in anger.

His discard wasn’t made with a full heart, and the distance from the dealer prompted a second check.

“Mr. Connor, are you sure you want to fold?” the dealer inquired.

Connor glanced at Brielle’s smug expression, tasting the bitterness in his mouth. “Fold!”

The dealer collected his cards, turning them over for all to see a pair of fives and a pair of aces. Not the strongest hand, but not the weakest either, thanks to the aces. All eyes were on Brielle now. Everyone was itching to see what she held.

With a nonchalance that only added to the tension, Brielle raked the entire pot towards herself, offering Connor a simple. “Thanks for the game.”

Η Connor was livid, fists clenched. “Don’t get cocky, Brielle. Do you think I’d lose if it weren’t for you holding a royal flush? Just your damn good luck.”

Brielle let out a soft chuckle and flipped her cards for all to see. A four and a seven. There’s no royal flush, not even a pair, let alone a straight.

With the community cards factored in, she had what folks would call a big fat nothing – not even strong enough to beat Connor’s two pairs.

Brielle had been holding the weakest hand possible!

Silence descended upon the room. The crowd was speechless.

Connor’s eyes bulged, staring at the cards in disbelief as if his body was on the verge of rejecting reality. It took a while before he seemed to choke on his own anger.

Meanwhile, Brielle just smiled and started to organize her chips. She was the new billionaire at the table.

After about twenty seconds of stunned silence, someone finally dared ask, “So she bluffed with nothing and raised three hundred million?”

“Who was it that said they’d eat their hat?” another added.

“And who was betting on a streak run?”

Everyone looked at Brielle as if she were a creature from another world, while she just smiled sweetly at the mountain of chips before her. She offered one more piece of wisdom, “Mr. Connor, you really need to work on your game face. If you had called, these billions could’ve 11:07 been yours.”

Connor’s chest heaved, and he leaned back, nearly passing out from the shock.

Sitting beside Brielle, Dustin couldn’t help but chuckle at her audacity. Was a rookie bluffing a pro? That took some serious guts.

Brielle’s move wasn’t unheard of in Texas Hold’em, but it rarely paid off, especially in a no–limit game like this. However, her early show of careful play, folding hand after hand, had convinced everyone that she couldn’t afford to lose. Her sudden three–hundred million bet made everyone think she had a winning hand.

A lousy hand had scared off Connor’s two pairs. Only Brielle could pull off such a bluff.

Connor gulped down a glass of ice water handed to him by a waitress in a bunny outfit. managing to quench the fire in his belly. He glowered at Brielle as if wishing he could carve out a piece of her victory for himself.

But Brielle? She just played with her chips, as serene as a summer sky, utterly indifferent to his rage.

With a loud thump, Connor slammed his glass back onto the waitress’s tray, his eyes bloodshot with anger. “Next round, let’s go, Brielle. I swear, by the end of tonight, you’re going to lose everything, including the shirt off your back!”