She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 577

Loyce blinked, letting out a confused "Hm?" before obediently handing him the cue. "You want to play?"

She voiced the exact question racing through everyone's minds as they exchanged bewildered glances. Would a high-powered titan like Lucian actually stoop to play a frivolous party game? It felt entirely at odds with his commanding aura.

Lucian took the cue, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "What? Afraid I'm an amateur who's going to lose your precious bear?"

"I really don't care about the bear," Loyce said helplessly. "Why does everyone think I'm obsessed with it?"

She had only agreed to play because she saw Morris taking an interest in the game. She definitely hadn't asked for a full-blown competition.

"Good. Then I'll just play around. If I lose, you won't be mad," Lucian said with a smile, though the warmth didn't reach his eyes.

Loyce got the distinct feeling he was genuinely annoyed.

The ensuing bloodbath proved her right.

Using Loyce's cue, under the stunned gaze of the crowd, Lucian executed a series of ruthless, flawlessly precise shots, instantly clearing the table Loyce was about to lose. Without pausing, he stepped into Morris's spot and proceeded to systematically obliterate the next three tables. He didn't even give Yorick a chance to take a turn, leaving him completely sidelined and freezing him out of the game entirely.

What was truly devastating was that, aside from the initial break by his opponents, the moment Lucian stepped up to the table, the other players never got to touch their cues again.

His relentless, table-clearing dominance left everyone in absolute shock.

Staring at his back, Yuna Lombard voiced what everyone was thinking: "I'm starting to question how strict military discipline really is."

This was the skill level of a seasoned professional. Compared to Lucian, these wealthy heirs who spent half their lives in pool halls looked like absolute amateurs.

Despite Lucian treating the room like his personal wrecking yard, no one dared to utter a word of protest.

Perhaps realizing he had thoroughly intimidated them, Lucian handed the cue back to Loyce, rolled his wrists, and re-buttoned his cuffs. "I haven't played in years. I'm definitely a bit rusty."

Loyce stared at him. "How many years?"

Lucian tilted his head in thought. "Probably since I was fourteen."

Loyce: "..."

So he was saying he just massacred the entire room using the skills he had at fourteen?

Jasmine wasn't the only one who saw it. Yorick also realized the tie was a deliberate provocation. He had made sure Loyce was wearing a gown that color-coordinated with his suit, silently signaling to the room that they were a matching pair. In response, Lucian had stripped off his own tie to bind her hair. Any idiot could see he was staking his claim.

Everyone in the room was acutely aware of Yorick's feelings for Loyce, and they now understood Lucian's unambiguous stance. Though they hadn't openly clashed, the silent, gunpowder-laced warfare between the two men was suffocating.

With Lucian's pointers, Loyce's skills improved at lightning speed, but as a beginner, she ultimately lost to Jasmine in the end.

Seeing his sister lose, Morris dropped his playful attitude. His easygoing demeanor was replaced by ruthless precision, and he aggressively dominated the next two rounds to secure the final victory.

Yorick was stunned. "Were you holding back earlier?"

Morris smiled serenely. "No, I just suddenly decided that bear is quite charming, and I want it."

Yorick: "..."

Morris looked like a gentle, humble intellectual, but beneath the surface, he was completely ruthless.

In the end, the prize voucher was handed to Loyce by Morris, who gently patted her head. "Do whatever you want with it, Loyce."