No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
Chapter 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 wanted me myself, 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.

"Haha," Allen let out a roguish laugh, then gestured for me to take the lead, "Ladies first."

I wasn't interested in bantering with him. Since he let me start, 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 want me to 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 help me authenticate." Allen's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, "Oh, is it some kind of treasure?"

"No," I denied, but didn't specify what it was.

Allen, being the sharp one, didn't press further. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Alright, I can take you. 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 telling me that even if he took me there, 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 time up till now because I had piqued his interest. He really wanted to know what I wanted his father to see.

Allen's eyes narrowed once more, clearly taken aback by my refusal to play along.

He stared at me for a few seconds then snickered. "You're not simple, are you?!"

He understood my tactic of feigning disinterest.

But 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, "How about we play a few serious rounds?"

My clear shot had obviously sparked his competitive spirit.

At this point, I couldn't dampen his 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 underestimating me by going easy," he pointed out as we wrapped up.