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

was destined to marry Conrad

that rumor ended up transferring schools not long after,

You wanted to play, right? I'll play with you today," Conrad said, casually tossing his jacket

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 all

Conrad's jacket aside, signaling that I wanted to speak with him

outside, Jefferson was the first to speak. "What do you

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

cut him off:

me, his eyes growing more intense and somber, yet

checked, and the boss of

indeed Grant.

some digging. Three years ago, when your company was founded,

Collins?

Ernest, that name made

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

came back to reality. "No,

keen on elaborating and simply smiled lightly. "If you ever need anything,

back toward the

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