Chapter 187 You Are Lying
Anastasia lifted her head and looked at him face to face.
Christian paused slightly. "Didn't you want to see it?"
Anastasia glanced at him. His wrist was already swollen, and the bruises were obvious.
"Who wants to see it? I was afraid you'd blame me!"
Christian smiled, "That's what I mean."
Anastasia looked at him speechlessly.
Christian slowly lowered his hand and looked at her with a smile.
"Anastasia, admit it. You're caring about me as much as you can.
You're so good at billiards, yet you missed on the last shot because you were in a panic, weren't you?"
His words were like stones thrown into a calm lake, rippling.
She blinked her pretty eyes subtly but still had a calm and indifferent look.
"Christian, you're overthinking it. I wasn't flustered when I missed. I did it on purpose because fifteen shots are one hundred and eighty million dollars, more than enough to invest."
Christian looked at her with loss, pondering her emotions when she spoke.
Finally, he gave a confident and gentle smile.
"I don't believe it. You're lying."
Anastasia looked away speechlessly, not wanting to talk to him anymore.
Why hadn't she realized Christian was so irritating before?
Christian hesitated, thinking she was embarrassed to admit it because she was shy.
So he changed the conversation.
"Jack's been in a lot of trouble lately. Did your best friend do that?"
Anastasia paused and blinked.
"That's Mr. Cross's own problem. What does that have to do with Eleanor?"
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