Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478

“Do you know how to play or not?” Frederick gritted his teeth.

“Just a little bit,” Anathea replied innocently. “Mr. Wilson, why didn’t you go for the ball just now? Couldn’t reals it in time?“

At her words, Frederick curled his fingers into fists. “How dare yolfact smug over cheap tricks?”

He was done holding back. He decided he’d make Anathea lose her smile with just half of his full strength.

Sure enough, when Frederick played harder, Anathea couldn’t return the shot.

“You’re truly impressive, Mr. Wilson,” Anathea uttered with a smile.

Frederick gave a cold snort. Just as he thought Anathea had just been lucky earlier.

Anathea went on to miss three points in a row, while Frederick scored them effortlessly.

“Ms. Jacobson, you’re really not cut out for this!” Emory shook his head. “If you really can’t do it, just step down. Let me take over and win the match for you!”

Emory looked ready to jump in.

Frederick was also starting to get impatient as he said to Anathea, Five more balls. If you can’t return any of them, just get off the court. Don’t waste my time.”

“Alright,” Anathea answered gently.

Frederick served again.

But this time, Anathea dropped the clumsy act. With a quick pivot and fluid swing, she fired a blistering forehand down the sideline.

The ball whipped past Frederick’s ear.

Frederick froze for a split second but quickly recovered, throwing all his strength into returning the shot. At the same time, his adrenaline surged as he became more alert. He retreated into position, ready to counter Anathea’s next move.

But Anathea didn’t make the same move.

Instead, she faked a soft drop just over the net, luring Frederick forward. Then, at the very last minute, she drove a deep topspin

lob into his back corner.

The change in pace was too sudden. Frederick scrambled and barely reached it, smacking the ball back with a dive

But Anathea had already predicted his reaction. She stepped up gracefully and performed a delicate slice volley with subtle sidespin, disguising it as a crosscourt shot.

Like a wriggling eel, Frederick lunged to the left, only for the ball to veer away and land just inside the right sideline.

Frederick paused, his face darkening.

“This woman is toying with me!” he thought.

His awkward sprawl on the ground didn’t go unnoticed by Emory.

“What are you doing, Mr. Wilson? Got your legs knocked out by a woman?” Emory uttered mockingly.

“That seems to be it.” Anathea smiled sweetly.

Then, she repeated Emory’s words from earlier, “If you’re bad at it then practice more, Mr. Wilson.”

That one line made Frederick’s expression turn stormy. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he shouted, “Again!”

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Chapter 478

****25 BONUS

Frederick had never been humiliated like this. He needed to get even.

The fury burning inside Frederick erupted, and his movements became wide and aggressive. Every shot he made was afmed to finish the game with brutal force.

One hit after another echoed through the court. The sound of the ball slicing the air was so sharp it felt as though even the ground was trembling.

Emory was startled by the way Frederick seemed consumed by rage

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