Stella's POV:
Elliott dared not to ignore James, so he hurriedly ran to the billiard table.
My waist was throbbing like crazy. I put the gift box into Elliott's coat pocket on the hanger next to me and raised my voice. "Elliott, I put the gift box in your coat pocket. Catch you at the marketing center tomorrow. I'm heading back now."
I walked towards the door slowly, not daring to touch my injured waist. It hurt like hell.
Unexpectedly, Elliott, who had always been nothing but respectful to James, put down his cue and apologized, "Mr. Laurent, I admit defeat. I will definitely practice more and then come to play with you. How about that? Let's call it a day for now. I'll send Stella back."
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the room.
Another ball hit the floor.
My heart skipped a
