Chapter 223

Gregory Wilson casually polished his pool cue.

"If she's hiding, it means she doesn't want to see you. Why embarrass yourself, Mr. Hamilton?"

"You know where she is?"

"I do now. But I might not later."

He bent over, lining up his shot with precision. The cue slid smoothly through his fingers.

Before the white ball could roll far, Alexander Hamilton snatched it mid-motion.

"I just want to talk to her. To explain."

Gregory smirked. "Some explanations are like stale tea—bitter by morning."

Alexander's gaze turned glacial. "You're really going to stand in my way?"

"Beat me in a game, and I'll tell you."

"You'll keep your word?"

"Win first."

Olivia Lightfoot clenched her fists.

The match was fiercer than expected.

Alexander attacked relentlessly, pocketing balls with ruthless efficiency.

Gregory defended flawlessly, each snooker shot calculated to frustrate.

A crowd gathered.

Hospital staff whispered, eyes darting between the two men.

On the final shot, Gregory slipped.

Alexander seized the opening, clearing the table in one decisive strike.

"Where is she?"

"Gone." Gregory leisurely dismantled his cue.

"When?"

"Right before you arrived."

Alexander's grip tightened on his cue. "You stalled me on purpose."

"Obviously." Gregory's smile was unrepentant.

"You're dead."

"Going to hit me, Mr. Hamilton?" Gregory arched a brow. "With half the hospital watching?"

Alexander gritted his teeth. "She won't choose you."

"At least I don't pretend to be devoted," Gregory countered coldly, "while keeping a backup plan."

Emily Zade rushed in, whispering urgently in Alexander's ear.

His expression darkened.

"Remember this, Gregory Wilson." He turned on his heel and strode out.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Let me guess—Annabelle Taylor's in trouble again?"