Chapter 394

Brielle was nonplussed by his tirade it was nothing more than Impotent fury.

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Connor, a big–shot CEO, was stooping to berate a woman for winning a poker game? It was crystal clear who held the moral high ground here.

The other guys at the table had been tempted to speak up for Brielle. Her stunning bluff had caught everyone off guard. Even they would’ve fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker. Brielle wasn’t just playing cards; she was playing mind games.

The onlookers weren’t fans of Connor’s antics either. In this place, your poker face reflected. your true character, but with Dustin holding his peace, they just continued to watch the spectacle unfold.

The no–limit Texas Hold’em game had drawn a crowd, with folks from other floors now pressing in to see the action.

Andrew, with his arm snug around Tessa’s waist, noticed the movement towards the poker table and raised an eyebrow curiously. “What’s the hubbub?”

“Mr. Clements, haven’t you heard? There’s a newbie at the no–limit table.”

No–limit? That wasn’t a game for greenhorns. Was this just another lamb walking into the slaughterhouse?

The same person who’d informed Andrew couldn’t help but add, “Connor from Apex Dynamics is there, too. Some rookie bluffed him out of millions, and he’s fuming. The game’s still on. Mr. Clements, want to take a look? The newbie’s a lady, goes by the name of Brielle, I think.”

At the mention of Brielle, Andrew’s face tensed, thinking he’d misheard. Brielle at a high–stakes table?

Membership alone cost a fortune, and she didn’t seem the type to indulge in such luxuries. Even if she were with Max, that workaholic was the last person you’d expect to find in such an establishment. So, who had she come with?

Andrew felt an almost uncontrollable urge to check out the commotion, but Tessa clung to his arm for dear life.

Ever since her fallout with Brielle, Tessa had hardly set foot outside. The last person she wanted to cross paths with was Brielle. She was already feeling out of sorts, and her eyes. reddened with anger.

Her health had been fragile, and she hadn’t been to any entertainment venues in years. But now, she couldn’t let Andrew out of her sight. An unsettling feeling had gripped her.

“Andrew, let’s not go over there. I’m not feeling well,” she said, her already pale face taking on a pitiful cast that easily stirred Andrew’s protective instincts. After all, nothing was more important than Tessa’s health.

He pulled out his phone and shot Max a message. [Did you know Brielle’s at the underground casino?]

Max was at the Dorsey family estate, where Michael sat at the head of the table, coughing twice but remaining silent.

Ryan had followed through on Brielle’s expectations and sought out Michael that very evening.

clarifying the pending contract between Dorsey International and Kingston Enterprises. The delay in signing was an undeniable issue.

The executives at Kingston Enterprises, although too busy to manage their business directly, were growing dissatisfied with Dorsey International’s stalling tactics. A little digging would bring everything to light.

The atmosphere at the Dorsey family gathering was tense, and Max, having been dragged into it, couldn’t leave just yet. His phone was on silent, so he missed Andrew’s message.

After sending the text, Andrew carefully escorted Tessa to one of the luxurious private rooms upstairs.

As they reached the stairwell, they could survey the lavish scene below, including the central poker table.

The crowd surrounded the table so thickly that a new round of the game was about to commence.

Tessa leaned on Andrew, sneaking a glance below, and that’s when she saw Brielle, the center of attention. Behind her stood a retinue of Beaconsfield’s top brass, and even her tablemates. including Dustin, were prominent figures.

Tessa’s breathing quickened, and her palms turned white with the pressure of her grip. How could Brielle, who crawled up from the mud, rub shoulders with such elites? Even Tessa herself hadn’t spoken to these big shots. Damn it all!

Did Brielle deserve this adulation? It was Tessa and Alivia who should be Beaconsfield’s most sought–

after socialites!

Seething with jealousy, Tessa wished Brielle would just drop dead at the poker table. Andrew, too, caught sight of the bustling table below and hesitated, explaining to Tessa. “No–limit Texas Hold’em, I mean, even I’ve only played it once after years of poker. You meet a few wild cards, and you can drop a hundred billion in one night, just like that. You’ve heard of Dustin. right? He’s one of those wild cards.

They said Brielle bluffed her way to millions. Max’s Little Canary is something special, alright. Most women would’ve buckled at the ‘sight of that lineup.”