Chapter 563

"Three rounds!"

"No problem," I shot back, grabbing the cue stick that felt just right in my hands.

"Good choice," he said, eyeing me like I'd just picked out some rare treasure.

I raised an eyebrow.

He smirked. "That's my favorite cue."

"Is that so?" I asked, matching his playful tone as I glanced down at the stick. That's when I noticed the engraving.

Curious, I leaned in closer. It read 'Hart.'

Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out: "This isn't your cue... it's..."

I almost said Hayden's but caught myself just in time. No way. Hayden and Hernan were total enemies. There was no way Hernan would have one of his cues, especially not something personalized like this. It was clearly for someone who took snooker seriously.

I 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