FreeNovelChapter 563
"Three rounds!"
"No problem," | shot back, grabbing the cue stick that felt just right in my hands.
"Good choice," he said, eyeinglike I'd just picked out srare treasure.
| raised an eyebrow.
He smirked. "That's my favorite cue."
"Is that so?" | asked, matching his playful tone as | glanced down at the stick. That's when I noticed the
engraving.
Curious, | leaned in closer. It read 'Hart.'
Before | could stop myself, the words slipped out: "This isn't your cue... it's..."
| almost said Hayden's but caught myself just in time. No way. Hayden and Hernan were total enemies. There
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwas no way Hernan would have one of his cues, especially not something personalized like this. It was clearly for
someone who took snooker seriously.
| remembered asking Hayden once how good he was at snooker. He'd shrugged it off like it didn't matter, saying
he was "just average." No way someone like him would splurge on a custom cue. And if he did, there was no way
he'd leave it for Hernan to use like a trophy. "Whose is it?" Hernan asked, clearly amused by my reaction.
"I don't know," | replied, keeping my cool. "But it's definitely not yours-someone else's name's on it."
Hernan gavea thumbs-up. "Impressive-snooker girl knows her stuff."
‘Snooker girl." That was what Bruno used to call me. And now Hernan was using it too. Coincidence? Or was there
something more going on here?
But | wasn't about to leave it at that. | locked eyes with him, unflinching. "Don't callthat."
Hernan raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Because a jerk used to callthat," | said, staring him down.
He laughed, clearly entertained. "If you want to insult me, just say it. No need to beat around the bush."
| didn't respond. | wasn't trying to insult him, but if he wanted to take it that way, whatever.
The balls were set. | looked over the table. "Let's do this."
Hernan wavedon, clearly wantingto take the first shot.
Since he set the rules, | didn't hold back. | stepped up, snapped the cue ball into place, and broke- clearing the
table in one go-justand the cue ball left. A perfect sweep.
Hernan didn't flinch. No tension, no worry-just a casual round of applause. "Want a break, or should we keep
going?"
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Chapter 563
"Keep going!"
We played for the next half hour, and | breezed through all three rounds. Three flawless breaks. Hernan didn't
even get to touch his cue once.
"As expected from a talented disciple," he said, clearly impressed.
| smirked. Sure, sof my skills were thanks to Steve's training, but mostly? It was all raw talent. Steve had
once said | was a born snooker player.
He'd even tried to get Jace to letplay professionally, but Jace shot it down immediately. | could still hear his
voice: "Born talent? Pfft, it's just dumb luck." After that, Jace rarely tookto Steve's pool hall anymore. And
even when he did, | mostly just watched while he played.
Jace could never admit | was good, no matter how many tables | cleared.
But me? | didn't need anyone's approval. | was good-whether anyone else noticed or not.
| shook off the memories and absentmindedly ran my fingers over the engraving on the cue. | turned to Hernan.
"Tto keep your promise." "Alright," he said easily. "Nyour terms."
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