NovelEnglishThe Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme
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His straightforward response knotted my stomach, sending shivers down my spine. | found myself at a loss for
words, unable to ask whether my nwas familiar or my appearance.
On the other hand, Leo mumbled sincoherent sentences, “It was my fault.”
This isn’t what | want. | need him to admit what he did. | need him to truly regret it and feel genuine pain. His
empty, emotionless words only makefeel even more disgusted.
As Leo's was riding the tide of the past, | reigned in my emotions and struck the iron when
it was hot,
“So you know all the twhat did you do to right? Leo?”
| was pondering over other methods to interrogate him when my cell phone rang, bringing
Leo also looked at my phone as it was on the table, | glanced at his curious face before attending that incoming
video call. The picture of a handsblonde man appeared on my screen as the call connected, the softness in
his blue orbs calmedas he spoke gently,
“Hey, darling. I'll be back in Lakon Town in a few days.”
As Leo was sitting beside me, he could see the man on the other side, and God! It provoked
him as well. His face darkened at the sight of his old companion: Mr. Bright Wilson.
That businessman was an eternal ice hockey star, who retired from the gto pay more. attention to his
business. His retirement left a space which provided an opportunity to Leo to shine in the community. Back in the
days when he first started out, he was commonly known as “Bright Junior.”
This phone call refreshed all the memories of ice hockey’s golden era in Lakon city, | gladly introduced Leo to
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“That's great. Do you remember Leo, Bright? He is my business partner now.”
Bright was a little surprised to see him, but he was incredibly warm is response,
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“How can | forget my junior, darling? Of course | remember Leo's talent. He is a fine
player.”
After praising Leo’s game, Bright fondly reminisced about his last match before retirement, he left the gat
his prime.
“It was my honor to play against Leo’s team in my last match. As a captain, | had to plan my. strategies
repeatedly as my opponent was so talented.
Gosh! | miss those days!”
Although Bright praised Leo generously, | remembered that he lost miserably. He even refused to eat or drink
afterward. Crazy practice hours and only watching the videos of that match bechis hobby for a long time.
He only stopped after becoming the most
experienced player on the team.
As Bright's statement unleashed the beast of Leo’s insecurities, he chimed in,
“It's a pleasure to see you again, Bright. How's your business? Are you enjoying your
career?”
But this interruption backfired completely as Bright used it to divert the conversation to the
past one more time,
“Nothing is more exciting than hitting the rink daily, Leo. I truly missed the thrill, and
excitement of ice hockey. It makes a man feel alive.
Our ttogether was great...”
Bright had a long of Leo’s shortcomings from his newbie years, their mention made Leo squirm in his seat. His
helplessness fairly amused me, it was a sight to watch a pitiful look on his countenance. My hand flew to my face
as | burst into laughter.
My daring to laugh at a bossy star besidereceived an icy glare from Leo. | immediately returned to blank
expressions, pretending to be absorbed in that chatterbox’s speech.
After one try, Leo did ask him about his personal life and interests. But like a quick-witted speaker, Bright didn’t
even budge, continuously talking about hockey.
After a few rounds of this, Leo eventually had to accept defeat as he sighed,
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“If you want to laugh, just laugh. | don’t care.”
As the discussion was prolonged because of Bright's connection with Leo, | concluded it with formal pleasantries.
| hadn't informed Bright about my past with Leo, it would be
unsafe to talk about that era for so long.
“I'll cto pick you up at the airport, Bright. See you soon.”
With that, | disconnected that call, checking my cell phone. | was thinking about making an
excuse to leave when Leo's suspicious tone resounded in my ears.
Bright retired from ice hockey long ago. How do you know him, Miss Becker?”
The look of disbelief on his face twisted my guts, panicking me. His accusatory gaze was fixed onas if | were
a woman who juggled multiple men. My relationship with Bright
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwas indeed special, more than business partners or old acquaintances.
But why should I tell him?
Did he tellabout his ex-wife?
Biting my tongue to halt a savage reply, | spoke hurriedly,
“Mr. Bright is someone | know due to business. And for Henry
Shoot!
Why did | mention Henry without any query?
Cursing myself inwardly, | spotted fury in Leo's eyes, he was furious to hear about Henry all of a sudden. So, to
subside sflames, | covered my blunder with a lie.
“Henry is my
my friend's brother.”
My response curled Leo's lips in a meaningful smirk, he leaned in and raised his brow,
“So, you are single now?”
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