The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1282 I Have Faith in You

“Emma,” Abel asked softly with furrowed brows. “Can you handle it?”

“I’d be doing my husband a disgrace if I can’t handle it,” said Emmeline with a smile, “especially when he had personally taught me.”

“What if I step in?” Abel asked, his voice tinged with concern.

“Underestimating me?” Emmeline pouted. “Just stay aside and watch the game silently!”

Instantly, Abel sealed his lips, and Tony, too, despite his growing anxiety, didn’t dare. anything either.

Both of them could tell Emmeline was calm and composed. However, her confident demeanor left them wondering what she had up her sleeve.

After preparing the pool table, they began the second game.

This time, Emmeline played steadily, never missing a shot, and cleared the table in three minutes. Sonia, on the other hand, took three minutes and seven seconds.

Emmeline won the second game, evening the score, and the tension in the air intensified.

It all came down to the final game!

Sonia had become grim at this point. She assumed there wouldn’t be a third game as she felt confident in her victory after the first two games. She had never expected Emmeline, this dark horse, to turn the tide.

situation, where victory could swing either way, made Sonia’s

reminded herself, not wanting to shoot

with a smiling grace to

gaze steely. “Let’s begin!” She

fast and precise. In less than three minutes, only two balls were left

glanced over at Emmeline’s

help but chuckle. You’re definitely

a shot, about to bend over to

up and asked, “What’s

obvious,” Sonia said, “Emmeline, you’ve

said I’ve lost?” Emmeline quirked a brow while smiling playfully. “We

turns. What about you?

one shot per turn?” Emmeline’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Maybe I’ll surprise

Sonia replied. “Next, we’ll take turns, one

go along with that.

first?” Sonia thought Emmeline might be a bit naive. She would start, and she only had one ball left. If she was lucky, the final black ball might roll

Emmeline asked.

said. “It’s the same.” After all, she only had

the other hand, wasn’t so certain. One shot per turn meant she needed four turns. If she missed any shots, it could take even more, potentially five or six turns. As such, Sonia knew she had already