Chapter 182 The Game
- *Sylvester’s POV*
- We had barely settled into the drawing room when Roger suggested we move to the billiards room. The door clicking shut behind us felt like the starting bell for a looming confrontation.
- Roger glided to the pool table with a fluid grace, selecting a cue with meticulous care. “Care for a game?” he asked, his tone casual but edged with an underlying tension.