The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1279 Outstanding Talents 

Abel held Emmeline’s hand and led her directly to the billiards room after swiping their membership cards at the front desk.

The area was a large hall with six billiard tables, and there was no one else inside.

As Tony personally escorted them, two accompanying ladies greeted Abel and Emmeline.

“Take care of Mr. Abel and Madam,” Tony instructed the two females, emphasizing the term. “Madam.”

He was concerned that the two accompanying ladies would be attracted to the charming. Abel.

This was their usual strategy.

Abel’s wife possessed formidable martial arts skills.

These two accompanying ladies must not provoke her.

To be honest, as soon as they laid eyes on Abel, the two females accompanying Emmeline. were captivated by his charisma.

Wasn’t this man incredibly attractive?

They had always considered Tony attractive, but when he stood next to Abel, Tony paled in comparison!

This man not only had physical handsomeness, but he also exuded an exceptional aura.

There was a tremendous sense of dominance and a regal presence that he concealed.

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After further consideration, they realized it could only be Abel!

However, handsome men were always someone else’s.

Abel was accompanied by his wife.

Just look at her; she was also breathtakingly beautiful. They couldn’t help but admire her!

Suppressing their envy, the two escorting ladies respectfully served Abel and Emmeline.

They began by setting up the tripod and asking, “Who will start?”

“Of course, it’s my wife,” Abel replied, taking the cue stick, thoroughly chalking it, and handing it to Emmeline.

“Then I won’t hold back.” Emmeline gracefully bent over the table, gripping the cue stick.

She made a magnificent straight shot, steady and strong, aiming at the cue ball and scattering the balls.

The three balls rolled and fell into the pockets simultaneously.

“Nice shot!” exclaimed the four individuals standing nearby.

Abel was even more surprised to see that Emmeline not only knew how to play billiards but also played quite effectively!

“Emma, if I had known you were so good at billiards, I would have brought you here to play earlier.

“I’m not that good,” Emmeline modestly replied. “I’m not being humble, but I’ve only played a few times with Waylon, and occasionally I can make a shot; it’s just luck!”

“Madame is being modest,” Tony pointed out. “A master can tell if someone is good or not. with just one move.”

“I’m just an amateur,” Emmeline laughed. “Even if I tell you, you won’t believe it.”

“But your sense of the game is amazing.” Abel remarked. “You pocketed three balls with your first shot.”

“Then let me continue, Emmeline said, bending down again. “Let’s see if I can keep guessing so accurately!”

“Bang!” With one stroke, she pocketed two more balls.

“And you call this guessing? Who would believe that?” Abel said.

“It truly is just guessing!” Emmeline laughed. “I’ve played with Waylon a few times; there’s no real skill involved!”

“This is incredible!” Tony exclaimed. “My sister-in-law always surprises me!”

As they conversed, Emmeline pocketed two more balls, but if she continued playing, she would miss.

Now it was Abel’s turn.

Abel stood in front of the pool table, holding the cue stick with grace and confidence.

The two assistants were captivated by his every move but dared not make a sound.

His every gesture revealed his experience as a player.

With smooth strokes and no wasted movements, he cleared the table in no time.

The assistants counted the balls, and Emmeline had one more than Abel.

However, Emmeline took more time, playing with stability, accuracy, and carefully calculating each shot.

In terms of speed, she was far behind Abel.

If they were to compete in clearing the table, she would definitely lose.

“Clap clap!” Suddenly, a female voice said, “Mr. Abel, such skillful moves,” and applause cam from behind.

Everyone turned around and saw that it was Sonia who had approached them.

Abel’s face darkened, and a cold aura instantly emanated from him.

“Mr. Abel, shall we play a game?” Sonia walked over, smiling gently at Abel.

Abel didn’t want to give her any attention; he put down the cue stick and said to Emmeline, “Let’s go, darling.”

“Am I supposed to leave as soon as Mr. Abel arrives?” Sonia smiled and said, “Don’t I deserve. a little respect?”