EndlessFantasy Translation

  EndlessFantasy Translation

  Samantha’s lips tightened and she unconsciously looked at Timothy.

  Timothy happened to raise his dark eyes to look at her. Their gazes crashed into each other in midair and his eyes were so cold that she could not help herself from feeling a chill down her spine.

  For a moment, she wondered if Timothy looked at her so coldly because he had already recognized her.

  “I think you’re wrong, Mr. Summer.” Felix could not help but speak up. “Mr. Barker isn’t any better than us. He’s well-known for being ruthless, and he especially hates those who blindly cozy up to him.”


  With that, he offered a suggestion to Samantha. “In my opinion, it’d be more useful for you to kneel down and beg Mr. Barker!”


  The others burst into laughter.

  Timothy stood up from the sofa, stretched out his hand, and took the cue that an attendant passed to him. He held it in his hand and swung it casually, as if he was doing a warm-up.

  The red wine that had just been opened on the coffee table was immediately swept to the ground.

  The glass bottle fell onto the ground with a shatter. Pin-drop silence immediately befell the once boisterous room.

  Timothy then swiped the cue again, pointing it toward Felix’s face.

  A strong gust of wind blew at Felix, causing his eyes to widen in shock. He instinctively lowered his head and bent over, barely managing to avoid the stick.

  His knees turned limp, and he fell to the ground.

  Zachary looked down condescendingly at Felix’s pitiful expression and said with a sneer, “I told you to be gentle to beautiful women.”


  Felix finally realized what was going on.

  No wonder Zachary was so interested in that little dancer and was so verbally protective of her. It turned out not to be Zachary who was interested in her, but……Timothy!

  After finally figuring it out, he broke into a cold sweat after remembering what he had done and said earlier. At that moment, he closed his mouth immediately and was afraid to say anything else.

  Even if Felix had the courage of a hundred men, he would never dare to touch someone that Timothy fancied.

  However, he wondered just who on earth that woman could be, and why she managed to capture Timothy’s eye!

  “My buddy Timmy will have his time to shine now!” Zachary turned into Timothy’s little fanboy and shouted, “Good luck, Timmy. Wooooo! You can do it!”


  Timothy was disgusted by Zachary’s actions and shot a cold look at the latter. “Shut up.”


  After uttering those two words, Timothy walked to the pool table. His play was much different from Samantha’s in that he struck the balls in a very casual manner instead of having to mull over it a couple of times as Samantha did.

  Before everyone could get a proper look at his movements, he had pocketed one ball, then another, and two more after that. All of them landed perfectly into the pocket.

  Samantha was not at all surprised to see that. She knew his abilities all too well.

  He could most definitely pocket the fifth ball too.

  Samantha’s palms were already sweating slightly and she was having difficulty holding onto the cue. She seemed capable of anticipating the miserable situation she would have to face after she lost.

  Perhaps she should take a page from Zachary’s suggestion and act coyly or offer a kiss in exchange for him going easy on her?

  As soon as that idea came to mind, she felt slightly disgusted at the thought of being all flirty with Timothy and offering him a kiss.

  It was not a big deal to do that during their sweet time together, but after knowing how horrible his true nature was, she would never be willing to do something so humiliating.

  She considered Felix’s suggestion to kneel down and beg Timothy.

  Whether or not it was useful to kneel down and beg him was beside the point. Although she had learned to go with the flow in the past two years, there was no way in hell she could do so in front of Timothy.

  Compared to that bit of self-esteem she had, nothing ought to be more important than her life, right?

  Samantha was feeling so conflicted that her eyebrows were knit in a very tight frown. Her lips were closed and words remained trapped in her throat with no signs of coming out.

  She was so entangled in her own thoughts that she did not notice the way in which Timothy was looking at her. A dim light surfaced from the bottom of his eyes, revealing a slightly eager expectation.

  After about ten seconds, Samantha’s face became slightly pale but she never once spoke a single word.

  Timothy grinned coldly. He presented her with opportunities time and time again, but she was reluctant to even open her mouth. Rather than speak up and try to come to terms with him, she seemed more willing to go to that kind of venue and wear sultry clothes to dance, please, accompany, and drink with other men!

  She frequently said that he hated her, but the truth was that she probably hated him more. After knowing that she could not get any benefits from him, she shunned him, avoided eye contact, and was not even willing to meet him halfway!

  ‘You’re good, Samantha. What a great person you are!’


  If that was the case, why should Timothy be gentle to her!

  Coldness emanated all over Timothy’s handsome face. He bent down, adjusted the angle and strength of the cue, then aimed at the ball and struck it.

  The white ball collided with his target ball, which traveled in a perfect arc, avoiding numerous obstacles and rolling toward the pocket on his far right.

  That the ball would fall into the pocket seemed to be confirmed by its trajectory. Some of the young men have already started cheering in advance.

  Samantha even closed her eyes subconsciously and was unwilling to face the result when she saw that the target ball was about to land into the pocket.

  She was done for.

  That day would probably be her last on earth and she would not be able to save Corey either……

  The two siblings would probably only meet in heaven.

  Perhaps that was alright.

  If there was life after death, she hoped that she and Corey could be reborn in a good family, where they could be siblings with each other yet again.

  To her surprise, the cheering she had been anticipating was nowhere to be heard. The next second, everything had become quiet.

  It was incredibly silent.

  Samantha could not help but feel confused. What was going on? What happened?

  She opened one eye quietly and was stunned when she looked at the table. Her other eye opened right away and she looked at the table in disbelief.

  Timothy’s fifth ball……did not go in!

  Its fate was similar to her last ball, as it had stopped just centimeters in front of the pocket.

  No wonder everyone was stunned and fell silent.

  Samantha thought to herself that God was probably looking favorably on her and Corey!

  Time and tide waited for no man. Samantha immediately grasped her cue again and said, “My turn!”


  She stepped forward and pocketed Timothy’s ball with ease.

  With five balls pocketed, she emerged the victor!

  Samantha suppressed her excitement and said softly to Timothy, “Thanks for letting me win, Mr. Barker.”


  Timothy stood there and made no secret of the cold expression on his face. Even his eyes were looking at her with intense hostility, as if blowing a huge gust of cold wind toward her.

  Samantha understood his expression all too well—it was a sign that he was going to get pissed! He must have wanted to set her straight after losing his dignity to an unknown woman in front of everyone else!

  Her heart sank involuntarily, and she realized she should not be staying there for a second longer. She gulped, maintained her composure, and immediately said, “I should leave now that I’ve won, Mr. Barker.”


  She started walking as soon as she said that.

  Barely one step later, Timothy’s cold voice rang out, “Stop!”