Chapter 11 Pool Shark Queen Stunning the Crowd

The crowd fell silent for a split second, then erupted in disbelieving gasps.

"Holy shit! Three balls on the break?"

"That was incredible!"

"Lucky shot, right?"

The man in the floral shirt, who had been looking so confident moments before, suddenly turned serious, his eyes growing wary.

Emma seemed oblivious to the murmurs around her. She moved to the next shooting position, bent down again, and took aim.

Her movements were fluid, without a hint of hesitation.

The remaining balls seemed programmed, rolling along precise trajectories one after another into the pockets.

Smooth as silk, flawless execution!

Six shots, perfect table clearance! When the golden nine-ball finally dropped, the entire pool area fell completely silent except for the ambient music floating from the speakers.

Everyone stared slack-jawed at the cool beauty, as if seeing her for the first time.

A few seconds later, thunderous cheers and screams nearly blew the roof off!

"One-shot clearance!"

"Holy hell! She's a pro!"

The atmosphere exploded, ten times more electric than before!

On the second floor, in the exclusive VIP lounge with its panoramic view, several impeccably dressed men stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, their powerful presence suggesting wealth and influence.

The man at the center stood tall as a pine tree, radiating an aura that warned others to keep their distance.

He held a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling gently, reflecting his unfathomable dark eyes.

His gaze cut through the noisy crowd below, landing precisely on the figure bent over the pool table.

Watching her calm, focused profile, her clean, precise movements, the moment she set the entire room ablaze.

Nicholas's expression was complex, tinged with something he himself hadn't recognized: intrigue and fascination.

So this woman had this side to her—bold, confident, radiant.

Completely different from the Emma in his memory—always demure, quiet, and submissive.

Had he simply never noticed before, or had she always hidden it so well?

Downstairs, the match continued.

Beads of sweat had formed on the floral shirt man's forehead.

He knew he'd met his match.

This round, he broke first.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stay calm, aimed carefully, striving for precision without daring to be careless.

A decent break—he sank one ball.

He played it safe, working methodically to maintain accuracy with each shot, trying not to make any mistakes.

One by one, he pocketed the balls.

In the end, he also cleared the table in one turn.

Not bad, but compared to Emma's opening shot that sank three balls, he'd taken two extra shots. The difference was clear.

Evelyn crossed her arms, grinning like a cat who'd caught a canary.

"Sir, you lost! Time to honor your bet, don't you think?"

She even made an exaggerated gesture toward the makeshift stage nearby.

The crowd erupted again in jeers.

"Get on stage! Get on stage!"

"Strip! Strip! Strip!"

The man's face turned red, clearly not expecting to lose, much less expecting them to hold him to it so ruthlessly.

Refusing to accept defeat, he gritted his teeth.

"Wait a minute! I wasn't warmed up that time! Let's go another round!"

He pointed at Emma, declaring loudly: "This round, if I lose again, I'll cover everyone's tab for the entire night!"

The crowd went absolutely wild!

"Whoa!"

"Another round! Another round!"

"Lady! Say yes! Win us some free drinks!"

Everyone cheered, practically wanting to jump in and play for Emma themselves.

Evelyn looked at Emma questioningly.

Emma shrugged indifferently and nodded.

Evelyn immediately sealed the deal: "Fine! We'll give you one more chance! But this time, no backing out when you lose!"

Emma raised her hand. "Gentlemen first."

This time, the floral shirt man didn't bother with false courtesy.

He approached the table with unprecedented seriousness and focus.

The break!

Perfect power and angle control.

Three balls in!

The crowd gasped in amazement—this guy was finally showing his real skills.

Next shot!

He held his breath, calculated precisely, and shot!

Another perfect table clearance, flawless execution.

This time, he'd matched Emma's first-round performance. The tension was palpable.

Everyone felt Emma would have a hard time winning now. If she wanted to beat him, she'd need to sink four balls on the break.

That seemed nearly impossible.

The man's gaze fell on Emma with a mix of smugness and challenge.

Emma's turn to break. Every eye in the place was on her now.

She calmly walked to the cue rack and selected a heavier stick.

Moving to the table's edge, she picked up the cue ball, her fingertips gently caressing its smooth surface. Her eyes were serene as still water, as if facing not a high-stakes match watched by hundreds, but merely routine practice.

She didn't place the ball immediately. Instead, she walked halfway around the table, seemingly searching for the optimal angle.

For someone with a genius-level medical background, mathematical angles were child's play. After just a few glances, the trajectories of all nine balls were already mapped in her mind.

Her composure stood in stark contrast to the raucous environment around her.

Finally, she stopped and placed the cue ball in the break area.

Emma leaned forward slightly, her body forming an elegant, focused curve.

Her grip was steady and strong, her other hand forming a perfect bridge on the forest-green felt.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she aimed.

In that moment, the entire world seemed to quiet, leaving only her and the balls before her.

The cue struck with tremendous force, yet perfectly controlled!

The cue ball shot forward like an arrow, striking the diamond formation with surgical precision!

What happened next defied belief!

The colored balls seemed enchanted, exploding outward in calculated chaos!

Instead of scattering randomly like before, they carved impossible, precise arcs through the air.

One, two, three... all nine balls, as if magnetized, rolled in sequence into different pockets!

The sounds of balls dropping came rapidly and clearly, hammering against every heart in the room.

One shot!

Nine balls in!

The legendary "golden break"!

The entire club fell dead silent. Even the music stopped.

Everyone's eyes bulged, mouths agape, as if witnessing something from a fairy tale.

The people who'd been cheering the man's two-shot clearance now looked like they'd been collectively frozen in time.

Three seconds passed.

"What the fuck!"

"Did I just see that right? One shot! All nine balls?"

"Jesus Christ! What kind of sorcery was that?"

"Oh my God! Am I hallucinating?"

"I'm completely blown away!"

Screams, gasps, and cries of disbelief erupted like a tsunami, nearly lifting the club's roof!

The atmosphere was ten times more explosive than before!

At that moment, in the VIP lounge on the second floor—

Those sharp eyes that had been hidden in shadow clearly witnessed the earth-shattering scene below.

A flash of surprise flickered through them.

He watched the woman who had just created a miracle, observed her calm profile as she racked her cue, and the corner of his mouth curved into an almost imperceptible smile.

"Holy shit, that woman is amazing! Wait, is that Emma?" Henry couldn't help blurting out.

If he hadn't spotted Evelyn, he wouldn't have believed his own eyes.

Nicholas set down his glass, the crystal making a soft clink against the table. Without hesitation, he turned and strode toward the stairs, heading down to the main floor.

Henry hurried after him.