Substitute Bride and Her Husband Who Disappeared

Nancy's laughter echoed in the room, a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Why should I compensate you? Haven't you already been paid by Director Grant?" Nancy had become a precious asset in Director Grant's eyes, and he wouldn't stand by while she was mistreated.

He bristled at Samuel Wright's audacity, his face hardening. "Samuel Wright! Stop making a fuss. I know we delayed a day, but I compensated you. You've done nothing and received a good sum. You should feel lucky!"

Samuel's anger stemmed from the fact that despite being hired for a handsome sum, he had not been valued. Hearing Director Grant air his grievance in front of the entire crew, suggesting he had somehow benefited unfairly, only stoked his rage. "Who needs your money? What I value is my time! Do you know how much I can make by playing a game? The money you gave me isn't even worth my time!"

"If it's not worth your time, why are you here?"

Director Grant, known for his temper, wasn't one to be disrespected.

Director Grant, known for his temper, wasn't one to be disrespected. He stepped forward, positioning himself between Nancy and Samuel Wright, his gaze icy. "This is my turf. Stop causing a scene. Shouting at a woman, are you even a man?" Luna joined Director Grant, standing by his side to shield Nancy. "Do you compete against women in your matches? Shame on you!"

Everyone knew that in any competitive sport, men and women compete separately.

Moreover, in snooker, there are hardly any women's competitions. Women usually play nine-ball, while men are the ones participating in international snooker events.

Not just because of skills, but also because snooker requires great endurance and physical strength. Women often find it difficult to remain steady and perform well over such a long time.

Clearly, Samuel was trying to take advantage of Nancy's gender.

Caught off guard by Luna and Director Grant's reproach, Samuel Wright's face flushed red. Finally, he gritted his teeth and growled, Fine, we won't play snooker. Nineball will dot

Luna gave him a disdainful look. "Who do you think our Vivi is? The time it takes to play a game of pool is enough for her to perform in concert. Can you afford for that?" Samuel was not a professional pool master. His financial status was only slightly better than average. How could he afford the performance of Vivian, a renowned pianist?

But his pride was hurt. He had never been bested by a woman in the pool. He stiffened his neck, looking furiously at Nancy, who was behind Director Grant and Luna. "Vivian, are you scared? If you are, apologize to me. I could be forgiving and let go of the fact that you wasted my time yesterday.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Luna retorted. "How could this be Vivi's fault? She has the right to not dress flirtatiously!"This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her words made Director Grant glance at her; a bit aggrieved. Was he to blame for this?

As Samuel was about to provoke Nancy again, a figure emerged from the side. He gave Samuel a cold look before he picked up the cue stick Nancy had left on the pool table.

With a loud thump, the cue stick hit the floor, accompanied by his deep voice echoing with authority, "I'll bet with you!"