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?"

heard that term in a long

out I was destined to marry Conrad and started

schools not long after, and nobody dared mention

quiet, no one will think you're mute. You wanted to play, right? I'll play with you today," Conrad said, casually tossing his jacket to me. The gesture

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

approached Jefferson, setting Conrad's jacket aside, signaling that I wanted to speak

Jefferson was the first to speak. "What do

swallowed the lump in my throat. "I wish I didn't have to, but

cut him off: "You

growing more intense and somber, yet he didn't keep me waiting

the boss

is indeed Grant.

you mentioned, there's no trace of him. However, based on what you told me, I did some digging. Three years ago, when your company was founded, Grant's account received a significant amount of

Collins?

of Ernest, that name made

called, snapping me out of my daze. "You've been

reality. "No, just

simply smiled lightly.

glanced back toward

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