Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law
Chapter 1282 I Have Faith in You

"Emma," Abel asked softly with furrowed brows. "Can you handle it?"

"I'd be doing my husband a disgrace if I can't handle it," said Emmeline with a smile, "especially when he had personally taught me."

"What if I step in?" Abel asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"Underestimating me?" Emmeline pouted. "Just stay aside and watch the game silently!"

Instantly, Abel sealed his lips, and Tony, too, despite his growing anxiety, didn't dare. anything either.

Both of them could tell Emmeline was calm and composed. However, her confident demeanor left them wondering what she had up her sleeve.

After preparing the pool table, they began the second game.

This time, Emmeline played steadily, never missing a shot, and cleared the table in three minutes. Sonia, on the other hand, took three minutes and seven seconds.

Emmeline won the second game, evening the score, and the tension in the air intensified.

It all came down to the final game!

Sonia had become grim at this point. She assumed there wouldn't be a third game as she felt confident in her victory after the first two games. She had never expected Emmeline, this dark horse, to turn the tide.

The current situation, where victory could swing either way, made Sonia's palms sweat.

"Winner slaps the loser three times," she reminded herself, not wanting to shoot herself in the foot.

"Shall we continue?" Emmeline said with a smiling grace to Sonia.

Sonia nodded, her gaze steely. "Let's begin!" She was determined not to lose!

In the third game, Sonia played fast and precise. In less than three minutes, only two balls were left on the table.

She glanced over at Emmeline's side-four balls left!

Haha, Sonia couldn't help but chuckle. You're definitely going to lose this time, Louise!

On Emmeline's side, she positioned herself to make a shot, about to bend over to hit the ball, when Sonia suddenly called out, "Hold on!"

Emmeline straightened up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's quite obvious," Sonia said, "Emmeline, you've already lost!"

"Who said I've lost?" Emmeline quirked a brow while smiling playfully. "We haven't finished the game yet, have we?"

"I have two balls left," Sonia said, "one per shot, just two turns. What about you? Even if make every shot perfectly, you still need four turns, don't you?"

"How do you know I'll make one shot per turn?" Emmeline's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Maybe I'll surprise you."

"That's impossible," Sonia replied. "Next, we'll take turns, one shot each, and then it will be clear."

"Okay!" Emmeline nodded. "I'll go along with that. You start first!"

"I start first?" Sonia thought Emmeline might be a bit naive. She would start, and she only had one ball left. If she was lucky, the final black ball might roll in by itself.

Emmeline asked.

"You can start first!" Sonia said. "It's the same." After all, she only had two turns left.

Emmeline, on the other hand, wasn't so certain. One shot per turn meant she needed four turns. If she missed any shots, it could take even more, potentially five or six turns. As such, Sonia knew she had already won.

"Well, I'll gladly take your offer then," Emmeline replied. "Ms. Steiner, don't blame me if you. regret it later."

"Hmph!" Sonia sneered, "Enough talk, let's begin!"

Emmeline picked up her cue and blew on it, saying, "Heavenly spirits, my cue, please show your magic!" Sonia couldn't help but laugh.

Haha! What kind of woman has Abel gotten himself?! To resort to superstition when she lacks the skill!

"Emma Babe," Abel cheered Emmeline on, "go for it! I have faith in you!"

Tony stood on the side, arms crossed, thinking, Come on, dude, you can't have blind faith in your wife! How is she going to win under such circumstances?!

The two assistant coaches were feeling quite helpless as well. They were inclined to support Emmeline because she was the boss' friend and seemed more affable.

Who does Sonia Steiner think she is anyway? All arrogant and unlikable. In this day and age, nobody's beneath anybody! But despite their bias toward Emmeline, the current situation was clear- there was a significant difference in skill, and the outcome was apparent.

"Well then, I'll start!" Emmeline held the cue, positioned herself, and smiled gracefully.

Sonia narrowed her eyes and smirked. This position? Ha! You must be an idiot to believe you can sink a ball from there!