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Andrew, though never having been a fan of Brielle, now spoke with a candor that wasced with a
begrudging admiration for her
Indeed, there were plenty of women onlookers, but most were merely arm candy, clinging to the sides
of their men, andcking the guts to y in the big leagues.
Some truths were hard to swallow, but for these seasoned business tycoons, a beautiful woman often
resembled the currency of high society. As for the celebrities, themon folk might’ve elevated them
to the status of demigods, but to the insiders here, they were merely numbers in a game.
Tessa, overhearing Andrew’s words, felt a surge of anxiety. She had to admit that if she were in
Brielle’s shoes, under the scrutiny of such powerful figures, her nerves would betray her with trembling
that she couldn’t control. The clearer this realization, the more resentment she harbored against Brielle.
Where on earth did that wretch find the courage?
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Her grip tightened around Andrew, her lips beginning to quiver.
“She’s only winning because of dumb luck. Remember, Brielle’s never seen this kind of money before,
not to mention the millions she extorted from you. I’ve never had a good impression of her,” Tessa said,
her voice a mixture of vulnerability and frankness in front of Andrew. Besides. her feud with Brielle had
reached a boiling point; there was no need to feign appreciation, which would only invite Andrew’s
suspicion.
Andrew sighed and affectionately ruffled her hair. “You’re right. The stakes are high, and everyone at
that table is no amateur. Brielle’s winning streak is pure luck, and it was just one hand. In no–limit
Texas Hold’em, each hand is critical; one can spell life or death. She’s overstepped her bounds, but
now, with everyone watching, she has to y the next round or risk embarrassment.”
Inwardly. Tessa sneered. Perhaps the next round would see Brielle lose everything. A woman should
be content being a delicate vine by a man’s side, not bounding about as if she were the seconding
of Alivia. She clearly didn’t know her ce.
Wanting to conserve her energy for more important matters than Brielle. Tessa leaned even more
weakly against Andrew. “I’m exhausted. Let’s go rest,” she murmured.
Andrew’s gaze lingered downstairs, intrigued by the game like any other man, but Tessa remained his
priority. He nodded, supporting her as they moved to the lounge.
Downstairs, the next round was in full swing, and to everyone’s surprise, it was unfolding almost
identically to the previous one. Even themunity cards were strikingly simr.
Now, fourmunity cardsy face up–Jack of Spades, Six of Hearts, Seven of Hearts, and Ace of
Spades.
With four yers remaining–Dustin, Sammuel, Brielle, and Connor–and two more betting. rounds to
go, tension was palpable.
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Connor gripped his hole cards, both Sixes, tightly. Without the river card, he already had a set, a strong
hand that could beat any two pairs. Should the river bring another Six, he’d have quads. over which
only a higher set of quads or a straight flush could prevail.
Excitement made Connor’s palms sweat, not just because they were down to four yers, but because
the pot had swelled to a billion. The cards seemed promising this round, and he felt confident his hand
was the strongest.
Dustin was up first. He raised an eyebrow and casually tossed in a hundred million, quieting the room
with the gravity of the bet.
This was the essence of no–limit Texas Hold’em–it could bankrupt a CEO or revive a fallen. empire.
Sammuel, always smiling as if he barely existed at the table, followed suit and raised two hundred
million.
Connor, hardly able to contain himself, matched the two hundred million.
The pot soared to 1.5 billion and kept growing. Now, it was Brielle’s turn. She sat with her eyes closed,
deep in thought.
Connor sneered at her contemtive state. “What’s the matter? Lost your nerve?”
“Raise,” Brielle dered without hesitation, pping down four hundred million.
The pot hit 1.9 billion, and the table waited with bated breath for what woulde next.