The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1283 If You Can’t Handle Losing, Don’t Compete With Me

Emmeline bent over at her position, gracefully extended her arm, aimed her cue at the black ball, and flicked her wrist.

Bang! The black ball rolled out but didn’t hit any other balls.

Sonia chuckled in disbelief. Haha, Emmeline, you’re toast!

However….

The black ball rolled leisurely along the edge of the table, rebounded back, and with a subtle. force, it struck two striped balls with a bang, knocking them into the pockets.

Tony and the two assistant coaches gasped in astonishment. Oh my goodness, Emmeline can play like that?

Now, only two balls were left on Emmeline’s pool table.

There was a technique in pool like this, but it demanded precise control of strength and follow-through. It was akin to martial artists using their inner power skillfully, achieving extraordinary results with less effort.

Tony suddenly realized that Abel had taught Emmeline the technique, but she was a martial artist herself, and her skills weren’t just for show either, so that was how they were witnessing this incredible turn of events.

Sonia was left dumbfounded. The black ball on the table hadn’t stopped moving, and her eyes followed its course.

After knocking down two striped balls, the black ball spun around and knocked down. another striped ball.

With a click, the ball dropped into the pocket, and only the black ball remained on the table.

and chanted playfully, “Come on, good ball, go

rolled faster and faster, and with a final click, it

balls down-a complete

with a fist, her lovely

sat down on the floor, and her friend sitting next to her quickly

Lose gracefully.

to Emmeline, “You’re amazing, Babe! You learned

thumb and grinned at him.

the sweat from his forehead and said, “Just

Emmeline and asked, “Mrs. Ryker, how did

happily replied, “I said it, didn’t I? My

Mr. Abel!” the two assistant coaches turned to Abel. “Please, teach us

“You’ll need at least three years

inner strength for this? Is Mrs.

over her by several inches. “Ms. Steiner,” she said,

felt like

head and examined Sonia’s pretty face teasingly. “Which side would you like me to start with? You’re so delicate; I

forward, trying to grab Emmeline’s face. “Don’t you

struck Sonia with two slaps, sending her back into