Avery Yates was obviously surprised when Sophie Lucas suggested that the loser should take off her clothes. However, if someone wanted to humiliate herself, Avery Yates had no reason to refuse.

She raised an eyebrow at Sophie Lucas and asked, "Miss Lucas, are you sure you want to do this?"

Sophie Lucas thought to herself, "What a joke!"

"What, Miss Yates doesn't dare?" Sophie Lucas asked, looking at Avery Yates provocatively.

A clumsy way of goading was often the most effective.

Avery Yates spoke directly with her actions. She picked up a cue and compared it to the table. When she looked up, she looked at Sophie Lucas with cold and arrogant eyes and said, "Two out of three wins, right? I'll go first."

"Sure." Sophie Lucas spread her hands and made a "do-as-you-please" gesture, then she turned to ask the others, "How is it? Do you want to join us?"

Steven Jones had just sent a message when he heard this and hurriedly grabbed his coat. "Sophie Lucas, don't even think about having ideas about me"

"Steven, you idiot!" Ryan Holland kicked him, thinking to himself, "How could this guy be so naive?"

The two of them looked at each other. Sophie Lucas's skills were indeed good. Although Avery Yates was also very powerful, she lacked boldness like Sophie Lucas. She hoped that she would not lose too badly later.

Nathan Shaw was not interested in the competition between the two women. Moreover, his attention had always been elsewhere.

Seeing that Sierra Moore accidentally knocked the cup on the table, Nathan Shaw frowned and quickly walked toward her. He thought to himself, "The kitten is sometimes muddle-headed and really makes people worry."

Sierra Moore was still rejoicing. Fortunately, she had sat quite far away just now and the water had not spilled on her body.

She pulled out a piece of paper napkin and was about to wipe the table when her hand was received by a palm. Nathan Shaw threw the piece of napkin on the table and pulled her hand to change to another seat. "Don't worry about it. Someone will clean it up later."

Sierra Moore let out an "oh" and didn't say anything else.

Sitting next to him, Sierra Moore always felt awkward, especially after having a deep talk with his "real girlfriend". She twisted her butt and wanted to move away a little, but Nathan saw through her intentions. He reached out his long arm and wrapped her in his arms.

Nathan Shaw looked at her unhappily. "You seem to be afraid of me?"

She thought to herself, "Aren't you asking a question you already know?"

Sierra Moore curled her lips. Now that she had gotten used to his temper, she directly said what she wanted to say, "Its all because of how harshly you treated me in the past!"

He thought to himself, "Because I didnt know you back then."

Nathan Shaw was a little helpless. It seemed that he left a negative impression on his kittens heart!

He thought to himself, "No way, if this goes on, when will I sleep with her?"

"What about now?" Nathan Shaw decided to make up for it. He raised his hand and scratched her nose.

"Now?"

Sierra Moore turned to look at him with a blank expression, which made his heart heat up.

Seeing the change in his eyes, Sierra Moore counterattacked very quickly. She had already treated this as an omen of the bastard's transformation. She was so scared that she quickly pushed him away. "I'm going to watch Sofi play billiards."

Being pushed away again and again, Nathan Shaws expression turned completely gloomy. Even his gaze at the table was with killing intent.

When Sierra Moore walked over, she saw that Avery Yates was taking off her coat. Sierra Moore was a little confused, but when she saw Sophie Lucas's radiant face, her heart trembled a little.

She pulled on the clothes of Sophie Lucas and reminded her in a low voice, "My Miss Lucas, please keep a low profile!"

The two of them were about the same height, but Sierra Moore was thin and Sophie Lucas had a better figure.

"Can't you tell? I'm helping you vent your anger. Hurry up and tell me if you're feeling good or not." She nudged Sierra Moore's shoulder and asked for praise.

Under Avery Yates's coat, she was only wearing a dress, which accentuated her curvaceous figure, but someone were not satisfied with it.

"A big star's figure is just average. It's not as good as yours." After saying that, Sophie Lucas glanced at Sierra Moore, which made Sierra Moore's face turn red and then white.

"Eh? Why does it look like you've grown plumped? Is it because of the nourishment of love? Come, I'll help you measure it." Sophie Lucas looked serious and even extended her hand at Sierra Moore.

"Sophie Lucas! Be serious," Sierra Moore said as she knocked her head angrily.

"Please, I'm very serious, okay?" Miss Lucas had an innocent look on her face, and the expression on her face was so adorable that Sierra Moore couldn't bear to say such harsh words.

Sierra Moore thought to herself, "Hey! Acting cute is shameful!"

After two rounds of crushing defeat, Avery Yates already knew that she was no match for Sophie Lucas, so she said, "Miss Lucas is truly good at billiards. I rarely see girls play billiards so well."

Sophie Lucas thought to herself, "Who doesn't know how to flatter people?"

Sophie Lucas did not buy Avery Yates's compliment. She still wanted to further observe the figure of the star and said, "Miss Yates's skills are also very good. We can only be considered equal. Come, come, come. Let's continue our game."

Knowing that she was no match for her, Avery Yates naturally would not compete with Sophie Lucas. She looked at Sierra Moore, and a friendly smile appeared on her face. "I wonder how Miss Moore's skills are. Do you want to have a match?"

Sierra Moore had never touched the cue since she came in. It was obvious that she was not interested. Avery Yates guessed that Sierra Moore had never played billiards before, so she invited Sierra Moore only to see her make a fool of herself.

Sierra Moore said embarrassedly, "I dont know how to play."

Hearing that she did not know how to play billiards, Avery Yates was surprised. She looked at Sierra Moore apologetically and said, "I'm sorry! I don't know."

Sierra Moore shook her head. She couldn't do it, so she didn't think there was any problem.

On the other hand, Sophie Lucas shook her head and sighed. She no longer had any good impressions on Avery Yates. She felt that this star was shameless. The more she looked at Avery Yates, the more she disliked her.

When Nathan Shaw walked over, he happened to hear their conversation.

Dissatisfied with Sierra Moore's dependence on Sophie Lucas, Nathan Shaw grabbed Sierra Moore in front of him, pinched her chin, and asked her, "Do you want to learn?"

Her head moved a bit, and she obviously wanted to shake her head, but she found that he was too strong, and her head could not move at all.

"It's very simple. I'll teach you," Nathan Shaw said, holding her chin to shake it a little, eyes filled with warning.

When Sierra Moore heard this, she immediately had a bitter face. She cried in her heart. "Fuck, you can't make a forced deal like this! I didn't want to learn it at all, okay?"

Steven Jones and Ryan Holland occupied the table next to them, and Nathan Shaw pulled Sierra Moore to the innermost table.

Sierra Moore had a reluctant expression on her face as if she was a duck driven to the shelves.

"What's wrong?" Nathan Shaw asked as he came over with the cue in hand.

Sierra Moore thought about it and decided to tell him the truth. "Well, Sofi taught me before. She said that I was so foolish that I couldn't learn it." After saying that, she blushed with embarrassment.

Nathan Shaw curled his lips and reached out to pull the person in front of him to take a closer look. "Yes, you do look foolish."

He said it so directly that Sierra Moore was unhappy. Her self-esteem hurt and she turned to leave.

She was becoming more and more unable to suppress her emotions. It was obvious that she was being pampered and arrogant, but she did not have any self-awareness.

Nathan Shaw liked her occasionally coquettish temper. He hugged her from behind and buried his head in her hair with a muffled smile. "It's good to be a little more foolish."

If she wasn't a bit more foolish, he would have missed her.

It was obviously not a praise, but when it came out of his mouth, Sierra Moore felt sweet in her heart, almost lost in his gentle trap.

Thinking that Avery Yates, the "real girlfriend", was also here and that she was still a secret mistress, Sierra Moore suddenly struggled, "Nathan Shaw, let go. There are others here!"

In her heart, she could not help but disdain herself. "Since when could a mistress be recognized to display affection publicly?"

She glanced in Sophie Lucas's direction, but fortunately, no one saw her.

Sure enough, Nathan Shaw let go, but he held her hand and walked to the table, handing the cue to her, "Try it."

"Fine!"

Sierra Moore steeled her mind and plucked up the courage. She didn't hesitate. She held the cue and made a few gestures. Then, she slightly tilted her body and bent over on the table.

By the looks of this posture, it was indeed like she had learned it before. However, her accuracy was not good enough. With one shot, she scattered the billiards, but she did not make a single shot.

After trying a few more shots, other than hitting the white ball into the hole once, the other balls did not enter.

"No, I quit. Im not playing." Sierra Moore was a little angry. Just as she was about to get up, her back was pressed against the heat body, causing her body to freeze in an instant.

"I'll help you," he said as he hugged her from behind and pressed her back against the table with his hand holding the cue.

His head was right next to her ear, and his voice was very close. Every word knocked on her heart. It was clearly an intimate posture, but at that moment, she forgot to refuse.

With one shot, the white ball hit the No. 3 ball and bounced on the edge of the table, then it fell into the middle hole.

"I made it!"

Sierra Moore jumped up excitedly, forgetting there was someone behind her. Her elbow slammed into Nathan Shaw's chin, causing his teeth to clack together painfully. The impact was so sharp that he could only gasp in pain.

This time, Sierra Moore was no longer excited. She looked at him nervously, "I'm, I'm sorry!"

Looking at how frightened she was, he felt that it seemed that his previous impression was deeply rooted in her heart.

Nathan Shaw decided to save his impression from now on. He rubbed her head and comforted her. "From now on, you don't need to say sorry to me. Remember?"

Sierra Moore nodded. Anyway, she was fine with whatever he said. She glanced at the table. "Then, are you still going to teach me?"

He thought to himself, "The heartless little thing is still thinking about the billiards."

Nathan Shaw scratched her nose and said in resignation, "Yes, why not?"

Sierra Moore cheered and immediately lay on the table with the cue.

Her upper body turned to the right and bent down, making the shoulder pull up, and her upper body leaned forward, close to the table. With the head slightly raised, the middle of her jaw was attached to the hand or the cue, and her eyes looked straight in the direction of the cue.

After making the posture, she didn't forget to turn her head and ask him, "Is that so? Which one should I hit now?"

It was clearly a very ordinary posture, but at this moment, in Nathan Shaw's eyes, it was especially alluring. He had already begun to ponder how he could win her over and oppcupy her.

It seemed like it was time to come up with an annual plan.

Nathan Shaw did not say anything. He walked over directly and bent over to hold her waist. His hand took the opportunity to hold hers.

His head was very close, his lips almost touching her ears. The breath as he spoke almost melted her. "Look at the blue ball number 2. After aiming it, let the white ball gently hit it. Do you understand?"

He was so close that his breathing was right beside her ears.

Sierra Moore wanted to turn around, but she was gently knocked on the head by him. "Focus."