Chapter 396

Just as everyone expected Dustin to chime in. Brielle looked up, her tone casual. “Ah screw it. I’m going all in,” she said as she pushed her remaining four hundred million in chips into the pot.

The pot swelled to 2.3 billion, but three players had yet to make their move. Brielle must’ve been on cloud nine, having won only one hand, and now daring to go all in like this.

Dustin maintained his pose, propping his chin with one hand. A faint smile curled at the comers of his mouth as he watched Brielle risk eight hundred million on her own. “Since Bri’s got guts. I might as well go all in, too.” In front of him lay a towering stack of two billion chies Chips here could be exchanged anytime, so he wasn’t fazed by the sum.

It wasn’t unusual for Dustin to go berserk nobody was surprised by it. But with the pot hitting 4.3 billion, who wouldn’t be tempted? Everyone seemed to hold their breath, their palms slick with sweat.

It was Sammuel’s turn to speak. Unruffled, he matched the two billion.

“Wow! What on earth are they holding?!”

“Damnation, the last community card’s not even out yet, and they’re playing this big!”

“Dustin probably doesn’t have much. He’s always messing around like this.”

“If the pot hits ten billion, the casino boss usually meets with the winner, right? Who was it last time?”

Everyone turned to look at Dustin, it seemed like it was Dustin’s game last time. All eyes turned to Dustin as if expecting him to reveal his hand. He tapped his cards lightly, his eyes twinklin “Just a pair of aces, that’s all”

Those who had gambled with Dustin knew he was a straight shooter, hence the nickname ‘Money Burner.‘ With just a pair of aces and the community cards, it was madness to bet so much.

Sammuel chuckled at Dustin’s admission. “Mr. Lynch claims a pair of aces, so it must be true. Funnily enough, I’ve got two pairs.”

One with a pair, the other with two pairs.

The pot hit 6.3 billion. The players were seemingly out of their minds. With hands like these, the odds of winning were slim!

Now, it was Connor’s turn. He was visibly the most agitated at the table. Sweat beaded on Connor’s forehead, his fingers trembling as they clutched his cards.

Dustin had a pair, Sammuel had two pairs, but Connor had three of a kind. His hand was surely stronger than the other two. With the pot already at 6.3 billion, he could either call or fold, but with such high chances of winning, folding was out of the question. Yet to call, he needed to match another two billion.

Connor’s starting funds for the night were less than a hundred million; he couldn’t possibly cover the bet. His company was deep in debt, and he had come here hoping to take eight. billion off the table to save it. And the opportunity was right in front of him!

Flushed, he looked around desperately. “Who’ll lend me two billion in chips? I’ll pay you back. after I win this hand.”

Connor was red–hot with feverish determination, shooting Brielle a look that could kill.

The crowd held their breath. Not a single round of betting had begun, and yet the pot was about to reach a staggering 10.3 billion. Someone extended the needed chips to Connor, and with a heated breath, he called. “Call! Brielle, if you think you can pull that stunt again, you’re dead wrong. I won’t be fooled this time!”

The game had reached a fever pitch, and everyone was eagerly anticipating the final community card.

The dealer, swallowing hard, flipped the last card: the King of Spades.

The reaction was immediate; a collective gasp rippled through the spectators. It was a repeat of the previous round.

Connor let out a scoff. “Looks like it’s my turn to make a comeback. Last hand, your trash cards just got lucky.”

Brielle’s lips quirked up in amusement. “A royal flush is a one in millions chance, Mr. Connor. You flatter me by thinking I had such a hand last time,” she said.

But then her tone shifted. “However, this time, I do have a royal flush, so maybe you should fold, Mr.

Connor. Otherwise, you’ll have to chuck in another two billion next round. I’m not comfortable winning so much from you, you know?”

If the pot reached ten billion, she could meet the elusive boss behind the scenes. She had to try. Her goal was to find Daniel, and only the casino’s shadowy owner knew of his whereabouts.

Damn her! The nerve of this woman! She had bluffed Connor like that in the last round, and now she dared to talk big!