The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 38

Years had passed, and I was certain that he must have forgotten an ugly pig forced on him.

Sure enough, he appeared puzzled to hear my gratitude at first. But then, he returned to his arrogant self in no time, like it was nothing..

I sneered in my heart. “Complete oblivion? Even better!”

Stretching my lips in a professional smile, I stared at him coldly with no intention of showing any sign of being affected by his bossy aura.

Not long ago, I had publicly refused to sign with Leo at the airport. And now, here he was, with my daughter. One glance on his face, and it was evident that he was pissed off beyond

words due to this humiliation.

I could clearly remember his monstrous anger, the familiar expression of his pent–up fury had painted his face red. But still, he appeared nonchalant, asserting his dominance with his skill of matching his opponent’s energy.

He returned my expressions and spoke; his indifferent eyes were fixed on me.

“Ma’am you are overthinking. Your daughter insisted on coming home with my son to play

hockey.”

What?

He had a son too?

My Jane’s energetic response to my phone call resounded in my head as a little boy emerged from behind Leo, halting my thought process.

His innocent green eyes, brown hair, and fair complexion made him look like the male of

my younger self; he bore a striking resemblance to me.

The people around us noticed this as well, their eyes darting between our faces. Before I could decipher Leo’s reaction to this similarity, that little boy spoke, he was visibly upset.

“It’s not fair, Jane. I demand a re–match!”

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however, my Jane looked bored, paying no

your dad play with me

his spot, and after a few seconds, he burst into tears, much to the shock of

was Jane’s competitor, she took out a handkerchief from her Barbie bag

apologize, please don’t cry!”

She was really a good girl. Zoe was receiving the handkerchief with thanks when a hurried figure

looking

shrill voice.

all this noise?”

impatience, the hourglass figure and arrogance, she was none other than

frozen, enslaved by the dark shadows of my

endure Melody’s rudeness.

back,

a four years old kid, Jane was way stronger because she was an athlete, practicing ice hockey had

expected, Melody didn’t consider my Jane a threat and nearly toppled over by the impact. of push. It

with pride to see my daughter’s

right.

no one would dare to wrong her ever. And now, she was able to defend herself, not scared of

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digest the taste of her own medicine, and

brat? Don’t you have

give her permission to shout at my daughter.. Jane wasn’t that stupid Laura, who would kiss her ass

quickly encircled her arms around my neck. My guards

lesson if needed.

became chalk–white. She glanced at Zoe and asked nervously.

she,