Chapter 564

I didn't answer right away. Instead, I put on my best "thinking" face.

Hernan gestured toward a lounge chair. "Come, sit down. Take your time."

Little did he know, I didn't need to think. I already had my request locked and loaded.

He settled back in his chair, casually crossing his long legs in his crisp white slacks, sipping his wine with all the cool, effortless charm of a guy who knew he looked good.

And damn, did he ever. His deep-set eyes had that smoldering, I'm-about-to-pull-you-in vibe.

I quickly looked away, focusing on a corner of the pool table instead. "After this match, I want you to promise never to mess with... Steve again."

In the snooker world, Steve was untouchable.

If Hernan and his crew were using shady underground matches to rake in cash, they wouldn't stop at one round with Steve. They'd try to pull him in, make him their personal player forever.

And Steve? He'd rather break his own arm than let that happen.

Hernan's brow furrowed for just a second. I sa