Chapter 563

"Three games!" "No problem!" I exclaimed, turning to choose a cue that suited me. "Good choice," Harlan said as I picked up the cue. I raised an eyebrow, and he chuckled. "You've chosen my favorite." "Is that so?" I sneered, my eyes darting to the inscription etched into the cue stick I held. I couldn't resist a closer inspection, and lo and behold, it had "Howell" engraved on it. I blurted out without thinking, "This isn't your cue stick, it's..." I was about to say that it was Brandon's cue stick, but then I stopped. That was impossible. Brandon and Harlan were sworn enemies, so it was puzzling how he could have gotten his hands on Brandon's cue. Moreover, personalized cue sticks like that were typically reserved for professional players. I remembered asking Brandon about his billiards skills. He had said that he was just okay. I couldn't imagine that he would have a custom-made cue, let alone one that would end up in Harlan's possession. "Then, whose is it?" Harlan asked,