The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1283 If You Can’t Handle Losing, Don’t Compete With Me 

Emmeline bent over at her position, gracefully extended her arm, aimed her cue at the black ball, and flicked her wrist.

Bang! The black ball rolled out but didn’t hit any other balls.

Sonia chuckled in disbelief. Haha, Emmeline, you’re toast!

However….

The black ball rolled leisurely along the edge of the table, rebounded back, and with a subtle. force, it struck two striped balls with a bang, knocking them into the pockets.

Tony and the two assistant coaches gasped in astonishment. Oh my goodness, Emmeline can play like that?

Now, only two balls were left on Emmeline’s pool table.

There was a technique in pool like this, but it demanded precise control of strength and follow-through. It was akin to martial artists using their inner power skillfully, achieving extraordinary results with less effort.

Tony suddenly realized that Abel had taught Emmeline the technique, but she was a martial artist herself, and her skills weren’t just for show either, so that was how they were witnessing this incredible turn of events.

Sonia was left dumbfounded. The black ball on the table hadn’t stopped moving, and her eyes followed its course.

After knocking down two striped balls, the black ball spun around and knocked down. another striped ball.

With a click, the ball dropped into the pocket, and only the black ball remained on the table.

“Go in, go in!” Emmeline held her cue and chanted playfully, “Come on, good ball, go in!”

The black ball, as if it understood her words, rolled faster and faster, and with a final click, it dropped into a corner pocket.

One shot, four balls down-a complete victory!

Emmeline cheekily grazed her nose with a fist, her lovely face beaming with a smile.

Sonia sat down on the floor, and her friend sitting next to her quickly helped her up.

Lose gracefully.

Abel smiled and said to Emmeline, “You’re amazing, Babe! You learned it in one lesson!”

Emmeline raised her thumb and grinned at him. “You’re amazing, Hubby!”

Tony wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “Just when I thought I’d seen it all, Emmeline!”

The two assistant coaches surrounded Emmeline and asked, “Mrs. Ryker, how did you do that?”

Emmeline happily replied, “I said it, didn’t I? My husband taught me.”

“Mr. Abel, Mr. Abel!” the two assistant coaches turned to Abel. “Please, teach us too. It can sustain us for a lifetime!”

Tony added, “You’ll need at least three years of inner strength training to master this skill.”

The two assistant coaches wondered, Do we need inner strength for this? Is Mrs. Ryker a martial arts expert?NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Emmeline walked up to Sonia, towering over her by several inches. “Ms. Steiner,” she said, “we agreed on the terms: the winner slaps the loser three times.”

Sonia hesitated. She felt like dying inside.

“Three slaps.” Emmeline tilted her head and examined Sonia’s pretty face teasingly. “Which side would you like me to start with? You’re so delicate; I almost can’t bear to do it.”

“Louise!” Sonia suddenly lunged forward, trying to grab Emmeline’s face. “Don’t you dare cross the line!”

Slap, slap! Before she could get close, Emmeline swiftly struck Sonia with two slaps, sending her back into the corner of the room.

“I didn’t want to hit you in the first place!” Emmeline quirked a brow angrily. “I didn’t want to dirty my hands, but you brought this upon yourself with these two slaps!”

Sonia fell to the corner, her cheeks visibly red and swollen from the strikes.

“You really have no shame!” Emmeline sneered at her. “If you can’t handle losing, then don’t compete with me. Why do you lack sportsmanship like this every time? It’s so pathetic!”

No wonder Abel didn’t take a liking to you in the first place!

Sonia covered her face, tears of humiliation streaming down her cheeks.

She seethed with rage as she mused. Since I can’t beat you, don’t blame me for using my trump card, Louise! Just you wait! Let’s see who gets the last laugh during Old Mr. Ryker’s eightieth birthday Haha, by then, you won’t even know how you’ll meet your end!

After Sonia left in haste, Tony invited Abel and Emmeline to the lounge for a drink.

The three of them chatted about various topics.

Emmeline persuaded Tony to share some embarrassing stories from Abel’s high school days.

Tony couldn’t resist and ended up telling her a few of Abel’s high school mishaps.

Emmeline burst into laughter while Abel wore a dark expression. He didn’t know whether to be angry or not. But seeing his beloved wife so joyful, he couldn’t genuinely be upset.