NovelEnglishChapter 229 Allen's eyes narrowed, yet his smile remained, shifting into a more playful and teasing expression.
It seemed like he was mulling over something.
I didn't bother guessing his thoughts and went straight to the point, "If it's too much trouble for Mr. Clark, then never mind." "Heh," he chuckled dryly, "What trouble? It's not just something you're asking for; even if you wantedmyself, I'd be more than happy to oblige." His words were a bit forward.
However, before I could respond, Jefferson at our side coughed lightly as a reminder.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Haha," Allen let out a roguish laugh, then gestured forto take the lead, “Ladies first." I wasn't interested in bantering with him. Since he letstart, I decided to end it quickly.
So, I took the cue in hand and cleared the table without giving him a chance.
Allen didn't show any sign of distress over losing in one round. He even led a round of applause, "You really are Jefferson's friend, quite the player." "I'll take the loss, but you've got to let your brother show his skills, right?" Allen said, signaling his assistant to set up the balls again.
He took his shot and cleared the table swiftly, no wonder he had been a champion; the whole process took him a minute less than it took me.
I didn't skimp on my applause, “Mr. Clark is on another level." "According to our agreement, you still won. So, tell me, what do you wantto do for you?" Allen squinted at me.
I took a deep breath, "I'd like to meet Mr. Clark's father, Mr. Clark." A shadow crossed Allen's eyes, clearly wanting to know the reason. I went straight to the point: "I have an item that I need Mr. Clark to helpauthenticate." Allen's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, "Oh, is it skind of treasure?" "No," I denied, but didn't specify what it was.
Allen, being the sharp one, didn't press further. After a few secondel silence, he said, "Alright, I can take But..." He paused, his gaze shifting from Jefferson to me, "My father's health isn't so good; he doesn't meet with outsiders." That was his way of tellingthat even if he tookthere, I might not get to meet his father.
I quickly grasped his implication; it was a trap. But I couldn't fall for it.
So, I showed a regretful expression. "If that's the case, then let's forget it." I wasn't afraid of wasting my tup till because I had piqued his He really wanted to I wanted his father Allen's eyes narrowed once more, clearly taken aback by my refusal to play along.
He stared atfor a few seconds then snickered. "You're not simple, are you?!" He understood my tactic of feigning disinterest.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut I couldn't just admit it and countered, "I don't like imposing on others." "But I like making people happy," Allen acquiesced.
I breathed a sigh of relief internally Allen signaled the assistant to set up the balls again, then said, "Howe about we play a few serious rounds?" зло My clear shot had obviously sparked his competitive spirit.
At this point, I couldn't dampen his also had mood, and I also had to satisfy his desire to win. So, I agreed and joined the game.
Out of five rounds, I only won one, letting him savor the joy of victory.
"At this rate, you're underestimatingby going easy, he pointed out as we wrapped up. Ashburn X
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