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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paying no attention to his tantrum. She yawned

your dad play with

a few

was Jane’s competitor, she took out a

apologize, please don’t

receiving the handkerchief

also stopped crying all of a sudden, looking at her bitterly

shrill voice.

all

and arrogance, she was none other

frozen, enslaved by the dark shadows of my naïve

endure Melody’s rudeness.

shoved her back, using the

way stronger because she was an athlete, practicing ice hockey had increased her upper body

over by the

my daughter’s

right.

weakling like me, no one would dare to wrong

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taste of her own medicine, and

Don’t you

my daughter.. Jane wasn’t that

neck. My guards also sensed this tension and surrounded Melody, all set to

lesson if needed.

with panic as her face became chalk–white. She glanced at Zoe and

she,