No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 230



"No way, Mr. Clark, you just outplayed me, you saw it. I'm just a hobbyist," I said modestly.

"Even hobbyists have mentors. Your technique doesn't look like something Jefferson would teach. Who's been coaching you?" Allen was getting nosy.

My snooker skills were all picked up from watching Conrad play. He never officially taught me; I just watched him play, and eventually started playing myself when I got bored.

Since I learned by watching Conrad, naturally, my playing style mirrored his. Once he noticed I could play, he'd often ask me to join him for a game. "Since when did Mr. Clark become such a gossip queen, poking his nose into everything?" a familiar voice chimed in.

I didn't need to look back; I recognized that voice instantly.

Conrad had shown up. It was turning into quite the gathering.

He stood by my side and without doing anything more, made everything clear to Allen.

"Heh, I was wondering why this lady's game looked so familiar. Turns out it's..." Allen trailed off, his gaze flitting between me and Conrad.

Then, realization dawned on him. "Don't tell me she's your childhood sweetheart?"

hadn't heard that term in

Wagner family, some classmates found out I was destined

up transferring schools not long after,

you today," Conrad said, casually

tossed his jacket over so fast, I didn't even get a chance to say no. But I wasn't about to stand around holding his jacket like some servant girl

approached Jefferson, setting Conrad's jacket aside, signaling

the first to speak. "What do you want with Allen's dad? Some people

lump in my throat. "I wish

say more, but I cut him off: "You haven't

looked at me, his eyes growing more intense and somber, yet he didn't keep me waiting any

and the boss of

indeed Grant.

ago, when your company was founded, Grant's account received a significant amount of money from a

Collins?

of Ernest, that

me out of my daze. "You've been acting off lately.

reality. "No, just curiously poking

lightly. "If you ever need

back toward the

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