No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Watching the game? More like they're planning to use me as a pawn to force Jefferson to win.

Looks like there's no way I'm getting out of here until the game is over.

Well, if that's how it's gonna be, then I might as well make the best of it.

Truth be told, I had already calmed down. My little phone-smashing tantrum was just for show, a performance for Henrik.

He had tampered with my phone, so he knew all my messages and calls. Destroying it seemed like the only way to keep him from snooping.

I had already caused a scene, and Henrik even had his maid inform me, so continuing to make a fuss was pointless.

So, I stepped out onto the balcony for some fresh air, only to be struck by the view.

The massive balcony overlooked the entire estate, surrounded by lush greenery. There was a golf course, an outdoor snooker table, a huge swimming pool, and a garden within the estate. Henrik was down there playing, and when he saw me, he waved, "Hey, girl, fancy a game?"

I thought of Brown, who had challenged me to a game, although I wasn't sure what the connection between Brown and Henrik was. One thing was certain, though: Henrik would easily outplay Brown. Dealing with Brown was one thing, but his legion of fans was another matter entirely. They were rabid, capable of anything.

The only way to calm them down was if Brown spoke up, and Henrik was the key to making that happen.

the balcony, hearing

at this. Beat me, and maybe

player against Conrad and Jefferson. When did I get such a reputation that

the more he wanted it, the less I was inclined

I promise I won't kill you. And if you win, I'll grant

help but smirk. Turns out, even

word on it?" I

to the maids and gardeners

leaned lazily

be expected. No one has

deal. But if I

beckoned

Henrik on the ropes for a bit, which felt like enough, so without another word, I went

over my outfit and said, "Ugly. Why not wear something from the

them,"

Henrik smiled, seemingly indulgent

of me,