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?"

that term in

I was destined to marry Conrad and started calling me his little bride, his

who started that rumor ended up transferring schools not long after, and nobody dared mention it

You wanted to play, right? I'll play with you today,"

chance to say no. But I wasn't about to stand around holding his

aside, signaling that I wanted to speak with

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

"I wish I didn't

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

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

and the boss of

indeed Grant. As for

what you told me, I did some digging. Three years ago, when your company was founded, Grant's account received a significant amount of money

Collins?

that name made

my daze. "You've been acting off lately.

reality. "No, just curiously poking

I wasn't keen on elaborating and simply smiled lightly. "If

back toward

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