Chapter 197 The Perfect Shot
A seven–ball shot in one stroke?
In the professional billiards world, the record for a maximum break is 15 balls. The bunny girl had earned the favor of the middle–aged man precisely because of her billiard skills- and her best record was also a seven–ball break, something she couldn’t even replicate consistently.
The fact that Yunice had also sunk seven balls in a single shot–while appearing to be a total amateur–was already hard to swallow. But what made it worse was that only seven balls had been left on the table. Which meant… seven wasn’t even her limit.
No–wait. There was still the black eight, which had been hit off the table.
The bunny girl was certain that Yunice had not hit it by accident. That had been deliberate- meant to toy with her.
Not only could Yunice land a seven–ball shot in one stroke, she could calculate and control every ball’s trajectory with razor precision. That kind of skill…
“You faked being a newbie just to set up the perfect layout!” the bunny girl snapped.
Yunice calmly set down her cue. “No need to get upset, Lady. I scratched the eight ball. That means I lost this round.”
“You-!”
Yunice really knew how to make someone explode from frustration and still smile sweetly doing it.
The bunny girl wanted a rematch, but Yunice had already taken cover behind Wyatt.
Today, she took a page from Elsie’s playbook and tried playing two–faced. And honestly? It worked. The bunny girl was practically fuming with rage.
Then came a quiet tap–the sound of the middle–aged man placing his teacup down. “Mr. Cooper. Have a seat.”
That was his way of acknowledging Yunice’s display. The meeting was on.
Even Jordan, normally stoic, shot Yunice a thumbs–up behind his back.
Knowing that things were about to get serious between Wyatt and the man, Yunice quietly
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excused herself and went to stand with Jordan.
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The bunny girl, trying to save face, shoved a headband back over her tousled hair and muttered, “Come on. I’ll take you somewhere for tea.”
They moved to a side lounge. Yunice and Jordan sat across from each other as the bunny girl served fruit juice.
Yunice sniffed her drink repeatedly, then noticed Jordan watching her curiously.
“I’m checking if she drugged it,” she said, setting it down.
Jordan’s look turned to one of awe. “Ms. Saunders, I didn’t know you were so good at billiards. When did you learn? Can you even play pool in a psychiatric ward?”
Yunice replied casually, “I learned as a kid. Playing pool helps train focus and control, which really helps with surgery.”
Jordan looked skeptical. “How can pool possibly be related to surgery?”
“It’s related,” Yunice said. “In orthopedics, we knock, drill, and saw bones. Force and angles matter. When I was in med school, we didn’t always have cadavers to practice on, so I trained my precision playing pool.”
Then she added thoughtfully, “But swinging a hammer or bone drill? That I’m not good at. Takes more strength. I could never outdo the guys at that…”
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“…Ha…” Jordan laughed awkwardly, rubbing his own kneecap. “Ms. Saunders, you’re definitely a textbook case of soft on the outside, steel on the inside.”
Noticing Jordan wasn’t all that interested in the technical stuff, Yunice stopped there.
They sat quietly for a while, until Yunice’s phone lit up with a specific caller ID–set to silent. Jordan hadn’t noticed.
Yunice stood and said politely, “I need to take a call.”
She walked to a quiet corner and answered. On the other end, Quinton’s voice came through, full of distress.
“Yunice, there’s this awful stabbing pain under my ribs. My gums, throat, and eyes are burning. I even got a nosebleed just now…”
Yunice had recently discovered early pancreatic abnormalities in Quinton. It was caught
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early–no symptoms yet, and treatable. She had prescribed medicine and assured him he’d be fine.
But now, only a few days later, he was suddenly experiencing such a severe decline? Quinton sounded terrified–like he believed he was already dying.
Yunice didn’t believe the condition had worsened so drastically in such a short time.
She asked, “Did you take the meds I prescribed?”
“I’ve been taking them on time,” Quinton replied.
“Did you take anything else besides what I gave you?”
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Caught off guard, Quinton hesitated, trying to remember.
“Think carefully,” Yunice said calmly. “Have you ingested or come into contact with anything unfamiliar recently?”
“I’ve been feeling down lately, no appetite either, so no, I haven’t eaten anything weird…”
Then, nervously, “Ms. Saunders, this isn’t something we can resolve over the phone. Can we meet in person?”
That might be the best solution, but Yunice glanced at the time. Wyatt’s meeting didn’t look like it’d be wrapping up soon.
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