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 a

found out I was destined to marry Conrad and started calling

student who started that rumor ended up transferring schools

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 was so

to say no. But I wasn't about to

aside, signaling that I

were outside, Jefferson was the first to speak. "What do you want with Allen's dad? Some people are better

"I wish I

I cut him off: "You haven't told me what

intense and

checked, and the boss of

Grant. As

some digging. Three years ago, when your company was founded, Grant's account received a significant amount of

Collins?

Ernest, that name

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

back to reality. "No, just

wasn't keen on elaborating and simply smiled lightly. "If you ever need anything, just let me

back toward

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