“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!

game as she felt confident in her victory after the first two games. She had never expected Emmeline, this dark horse, to turn

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

herself, not wanting to

continue?” Emmeline said with a smiling grace

her gaze steely. “Let’s begin!” She was determined not

the third game, Sonia played fast and precise. In less than three minutes, only two balls were left on the

at Emmeline’s side-four

definitely going to lose

she positioned herself to make a shot, about to bend over to hit the

up and

Sonia said, “Emmeline, you’ve

quirked a brow while smiling playfully.

turns. What about you? Even if make every shot

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

replied. “Next, we’ll take turns, one shot each, and

go along with that. You start

had one ball left. If she

Emmeline asked.

“It’s the same.” After all, she only

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