No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 582

I was gobsmacked.

Before I could further communicate with Jefferson, a voice from the crowd cut through, "You organizers always push your own picks forward. There's definitely something fishy going on. How about I take her on? If she can still win against me, then we'll let bygones be bygones."

Following the voice, my gaze landed on the speaker.

Yolande stood up while Ernest was chilling next to her, just sitting there cool as a cucumber, watching me with that deep, unbothered look.

Clearly, this woman was no ordinary competitor. She was daring enough to challenge me in a game of snooker, which meant she must be exceptionally skilled.

Instantly, the audience started chanting, "Let her play! Let her play..."

Faced with such a collective demand, the host looked towards Henrik for guidance, and I distinctly saw Henrik nod at the host.

Once the host got the signal, they quickly announced that Yolande was joining in.

"Ms. Hudson, looking forward to a fair game," Yolande said as she approached the stage, extending her hand for a shake.

I couldn't fathom her intentions, but backed into a corner as I was, retreating wasn't an option.

For Jefferson's sake, I couldn't back down, and of course, I wasn't about to give Yolande the satisfaction without a fight.

I extended my hand, our fingers lightly touching, ready to face off, "Likewise."

My sudden appearance had already electrified the atmosphere, and now with Yolande joining in, and both of us being women, the crowd's anticipation skyrocketed.

This was supposed to be an official competition, yet here we were, bending rules and swapping players on the fly, showcasing the sheer power of capital and the dark side of sports events.

But this wasn't the time to dwell on such matters. Having thrown myself into the ring, I was determined to give it my all.

"Just play like you always do, and try to keep the crowd on their toes; that would be best," Jefferson advised as I approached the table.

Piecing together his earlier words about seizing the moment to escape, I began to grasp his plan.