No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

But I wasn't feeling as carefree. Instead, I put on a thoughtful expression.

Henrik pointed to a nearby bench, "Come, sit down and take your time to think."

What he didn't know was that I didn't need time. I had already made up my mind about what condition to set.

Henrik sat down, his white jeans-clad long legs crossed, leisurely sipping his wine, exuding a calm and serene vibe.

I must admit, the man was a sight for sore eyes, especially those deep-set eyes of his, like two dark pools ready to draw you in at any moment.

I found myself avoiding his gaze, instead focusing on a corner of the pool table, "I want you to promise that after this game, you'll never bother... Jefferson."

In the world of pool today, there's no one better than Jefferson.

If Henrik and his people wanted to play dirty to make money, they wouldn't stop at making Jefferson play just once. They would definitely try to make him work for them. Knowing Jefferson as I do, he might as well cut off his own arm if it came to that.

Henrik raised an eyebrow at my words. Seeing his reaction, I quickly added, "You said yourself, if I win, you'd agree to any condition I set."

Henrik swirled his wine glass, "Don't be nervous. I'm not going back on my word. It's just that there's something you should know."

unreliable," I scoffed, angrily throwing down my cue stick

you here, I intended

face him, "Who? You're not doing this just because of

ask for Brown and his fans to back off. That

mean I would let Henrik be unaware of

meant he wouldn't let others

as I was safe, the reasons

me, no one dares touch you," Henrik said, sipping his red

what I wanted to hear. Yet, I pretended to be unimpressed,

finished for

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by his answer, but I understood

with a faint smile, "Little lady, you have this one chance. You chose to use it to save Jefferson, so the other one will

walked over to me, and made a throat-slitting

He was threatening Ernest!

spine, my legs nearly