Chapter 228


    The door swung open to a room filled with boisterousughter, immediately drawing my gaze to the man seated in the ce of honor. Something about him seemed familiar.


    "Meet Allen, my golfing buddy and great friend," Jefferson introduced with a gesture towards him.


    As I scrutinized the man''s features, his name clicked in my mind: Allen rk. The son of the influential Lord rk, currently at the helm of the rk Group.


    I had done my homework on him online. He was known as a snooker enthusiast, having clinched the amateur championship title.


    Somehow, I had overlooked the possibility of him crossing paths with Jefferson, let alone being close friends.


    "Is this our little Felicia?" Allen chimed in with a smile.


    His voice sounded warm, but it sent shivers down my spine. Despite his clean public profile, if his father was involved in murky dealings, he couldn''t be entirely innocent.


    Looks can be deceiving, after all.


    "Felicia, just call him Allen," Jefferson said as he pulled out a chair for me. "He''s the guy to turn to if you ever need anything."


    As Jefferson also moved to take a seat, Allen spoke up, "Jefferson, take this seat. Let''s have Felicia between us, so I can get to know her better."Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    Hearing this made my heart skip a beat. I''ve always been somewhat wary around strangers, especially someone like Allen.


    I nced at Jefferson for reassurance. Without missing a beat and still focusing on setting the table, he said, "This way, you can join the conversation too."


    Jefferson''s words wereforting.


    And in my heart, I apuded myself for relying on him. He hadn''t left me in an awkward position.


    Allen chuckled, "Jefferson, I''ve never seen you so protective of a girl before."


    Jefferson meticulously arranged the cutlery in front of me, ensuring everything was perfectly aligned, "She''s like a sister. Not just any girl."


    His words served as a subtle warning to Allen that I was off-limits. Frankly, I was touched.


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    Allen, being the wise guy he is, justughed it off and looked at me, "You''ve got a good one in Jefferson."


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    Before I could respond, Jefferson had already steered the conversation towards the recent sports event they were discussing.


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    "She won''t be bored. She knows just as much about the game as we do, maybe even more. Her skills are top-tier among thedies," Jefferson boasted.


    Allen seemed genuinely surprised, "Really? How about after dinner, we head to Jefferson''s ce for a few rounds?"


    "Sounds good," Jefferson agreed. "You y her. Five rounds, and if she wins just one, you lose."


    "Deal!" Allen was quick to ept.


    Throughout their conversation, my opinion wasn''t sought, but I didn''t object. Allen was my ticket to meeting Lord rk.


    After dinner, we made our way to the billiard room.


    Jefferson advised, "Just y your usual game."


    I nodded, picking up a cue and facing Allen, "So, if I win one round, I win the bet, right?"


    "Absolutely," Allen confirmed, all smiles.


    "And if I win, is there a reward?" I asked.


    Allen nced at Jefferson, asking, "She wants a prize?"


    Jefferson just shrugged. "You can afford it, Allen."


    "Sure," Allen agreed readily. "Ask for anything, as long as it''s within my power to grant."


    After a brief pause, I said, "I want Mr. rk to grant me a favor. But don''t worry, it''s nothing illegal or hical."