âEmma,â Abel asked softly with furrowed brows. âCan you handle it?â
âIâd be doing my husband a disgrace if I canât handle it,â said Emmeline with a smile, âespecially when he had personally taught me.â
âWhat if I step in?â Abel asked, his voice tinged with concern.
âUnderestimating me?â Emmeline pouted. âJust stay aside and watch the game silently!â
Instantly, Abel sealed his lips, and Tony, too, despite his growing anxiety, didnât 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 wouldnât 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.
The current situation, where victory could swing either way, made Soniaâs palms sweat.
âWinner slaps the loser three times,â she reminded herself, not wanting to shoot herself in the foot.
âShall we continue?â Emmeline said with a smiling grace to Sonia.
Sonia nodded, her gaze steely. âLetâs begin!â She was determined not to lose!
In the third game, Sonia played fast and precise. In less than three minutes, only two balls were left on the table.
She glanced over at Emmelineâs side-four balls left!
Haha, Sonia couldnât help but chuckle. Youâre definitely going to lose this time, Louise!
On Emmelineâs side, she positioned herself to make a shot, about to bend over to hit the ball, when Sonia suddenly called out, âHold on!â
Emmeline straightened up and asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
âItâs quite obvious,â Sonia said, âEmmeline, youâve already lost!â
âWho said Iâve lost?â Emmeline quirked a brow while smiling playfully. âWe havenât finished the game yet, have we?â
âI have two balls left,â Sonia said, âone per shot, just two turns. What about you? Even if make every shot perfectly, you still need four turns, donât you?â
âHow do you know Iâll make one shot per turn?â Emmelineâs eyes twinkled mischievously. âMaybe Iâll surprise you.â
âThatâs impossible,â Sonia replied. âNext, weâll take turns, one shot each, and then it will be clear.â
âOkay!â Emmeline nodded. âIâll go along with that. You start first!â
âI start first?â 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 in by itself.
Emmeline asked.
âYou can start first!â Sonia said. âItâs the same.â After all, she only had two turns left.
Emmeline, on the other hand, wasnât 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 won.
âWell, Iâll gladly take your offer then,â Emmeline replied. âMs. Steiner, donât blame me if you. regret it later.â
âHmph!â Sonia sneered, âEnough talk, letâs begin!â
Emmeline picked up her cue and blew on it, saying, âHeavenly spirits, my cue, please show your magic!â
Sonia couldnât help but laugh.
Haha! What kind of woman has Abel gotten himself?! To resort to superstition when she lacks the skill!
âEmma Babe,â Abel cheered Emmeline on, âgo for it! I have faith in you!â
Tony stood on the side, arms crossed, thinking, Come on, dude, you canât have blind faith in your wife!
How is she going to win under such circumstances?!
The two assistant coaches were feeling quite helpless as well. They were inclined to support Emmeline because she was the bossâ friend and seemed more affable.
Who does Sonia Steiner think she is anyway? All arrogant and unlikable. In this day and age, nobodyâs beneath anybody! But despite their bias toward Emmeline, the current situation was clear- there was a significant difference in skill, and the outcome was apparent.
âWell then, Iâll start!â Emmeline held the cue, positioned herself, and smiled gracefully.
Sonia narrowed her eyes and smirked. This position? Ha! You must be an idiot to believe you can sink a ball from there!