The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 160

Chapter 160: Daring to do that to Brody, you must be the first
Sam was certainly caught off guard.

Troy’s reaction had surpassed Sam’s expectations to such an extent that he was left without any response.

Sam stared blankly at the young man for a while before finally asking in confusion, “What did you say?”

Troy turned to look at Angel and chuckled, “Heh, your boyfriend is quite cute.”

At that moment, Angel walked over and took Sam’s hand away from Troy, then said to Troy, “Stop teasing him. He’s not used to this kind of situation. If you have something to say, say it to me.”

Troy whispered, “What do I have to say to you? Let me chat with your boyfriend a bit more~”

“Do you want to leave, or should I?”

Angel narrowed her eyes. Those familiar with her knew this subtle gesture meant she was serious, not just trying to scare someone.

So, Troy immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Heh, just kidding, just kidding~ I’ll go greet the other guests now. You guys have fun, feel free, feel free~”

With that, Troy left with a laugh.

From his entrance to his exit, everything about him was unexpected and had a strange vibe, leaving Sam puzzled for a long time.

“This person… doesn’t seem quite right?” Sam said, looking at Angel with a hint of confusion.

Angel, still impeccable in posture and undiminished in her noble demeanor, looked at Sam. “What’s strange about it?”

Sam thought for a moment and said, “It just feels… different from what I expected.”

Angel smiled. “How did you expect it? Did you think he should have some story with me?”

“Isn’t that so?” Sam felt his assumption was quite normal, considering… isn’t that how it’s usually written in novels?

He had heard that the circles of the wealthy were quite complicated.

But Angel didn’t get angry; instead, she looked at Sam with a schadenfreude gaze. “Troy is gay. He has been for a long time.”

“…”

Damn!

No wonder he gripped my hand so tightly, none of the legendary hidden strength but more like a gentle wrap.

Sam felt a wave of discomfort wash over him. Not that he harbored any prejudice against homosexuality—he respected everyone’s sexual orientation. He just preferred others not to impose on his own preferences.

The revelation that Troy was gay took Sam by surprise.

Troy, with his aristocratic demeanor, chose a path often misunderstood by society… Indeed, the circles of the wealthy were complex!

Angel couldn’t help but burst into laughter at Sam’s reaction. “Look at how scared you got, Lol.”

Sam rolled his eyes in response. “So you knew all along and just stood by watching?”

Angel blinked, a gesture that, on her, seemed exceptionally charming—probably due to the contrast of her usual demeanor.

“How could that be? I helped you out of an awkward situation, you should be thanking me.”

Sam replied in a bemused tone, “At the end of the day, I really should thank you for bringing me to such a place, huh.”

Angel smiled at Sam, clearly in a good mood.

However, she soon encountered a group of girls.

Dressed in luxurious attire, each seemed more like princess, though Angel’s demeanor stood out the most.

The girls were surprised at their first glance at Sam. “Oh my God, Angel, where did you find such a handsome boyfriend? Do you have any more resources? Share some with me.”

Angel chuckled, “It’s just a twist of fate. I don’t have the kind of channels you think I do.”

“Eh~~ So romantic? Knowing that Miss Angel likes pure love would surprise many, wouldn’t it?”

Sam said nothing, having learned his lesson to not get involved in conversations among a group of girls. His traits always made him a notable presence in such settings, and these women were like sirens.

Seeing that the chat among the women seemed unlikely to end soon, Sam told Angel, “You guys keep chatting, I’ll go to the bathroom.”

Angel nodded, giving him a glance. “Don’t wander off. Make sure you’re where I can see you.”

“Pretty sure the men’s restroom can’t accommodate that request.”

Sam left, now free. But not far off, he could still hear the unabashed conversation of the girls behind him.

“Wow, Angel is as domineering as ever. I’ve never seen such a handsome guy before, much more so than those TV stars… Can you keep him? If not, let me have a try.”

“Hehe. It’s just a man. There’s nothing special, really. I can totally handle…”

Sam just took a stroll, not really in a rush to use the restroom, but to grab a drink and some snacks.

His ordinary attire meant that, despite his good looks, no strangers seemed inclined to approach him. This was exactly the situation Sam preferred.

After all, he had little in common with these people. What could he talk about? His part-time job earnings, his credit card bills, or his rent?

He just wanted to talk about games with Louis and, of course, his favorite harem novels.

After wandering alone for five minutes, Sam was called.

“Sam! Over here!”

He was startled but saw it was Troy, surrounded by a group, waving at him. Reluctantly, given that Troy was the host of the soirée, Sam approached.

Approaching Troy, Sam’s gaze inadvertently caught a ‘familiar face’—Brody.

Dressed in a black suit and holding several darts, Brody’s look towards Sam was anything but friendly.

Sam forced a smile, “Playing darts, huh?”

Several men were holding darts near a wall adorned with a dartboard, surrounded by bottles of alcohol and even some money—clearly, bets were being placed.

Troy nodded. “Yeah, it’s quite fun. Want to give it a try?”

Before Sam could respond, Brody interjected with disdain, “What would a country bumpkin know about darts?”

Troy, sensing something, looked over with a smile.

“Brody… why look down on someone from the countryside? I recall your grandfather came from the countryside to Kuhang too. They’re just from the countryside, but besides that, what difference is there between us?”

Brody snorted, unable to resist scoffing. “Really? Then ask him if he dares to bet against me. Probably can’t even afford the stake.”

Sam shrugged nonchalantly. “Indeed, I don’t have money to gamble.”

He was honest, not interested in participating in such activities.

What was the point? Even if he won, it wasn’t like Brody’s assets would become his. Clearly impossible.

But Brody scoffed. “Is that so? What about the money I gave you before? All spent? Typical for someone who’s never seen money before.”

Troy, curious, looked at Sam. “What money?”

Brody had expected Sam to be reticent about the issue, as it seemed he would be at fault no matter how it was framed.

However, to everyone’s surprise, Sam openly shared in front of everyone, “He gave me a sum of money to stay away from Angel.”

Troy blinked. “Did you take it?”

“I did,” Sam admitted openly, which drew disdainful looks from those around him. Brody couldn’t help feeling smug, thinking Sam a fool…

Unaware that these seemingly wealthiest people despise those who are overtly mercenary? This is the facade of the wealthy.

Troy pressed on, “And then?”

Sam shook his head. “Nothing much. I never sought out Angel on my own initiative, but she has always been the one to reach out to me.”

The crowd’s disdain quickly turned to disbelief, surprise, and even shock.

They knew how cold, even harsh, Angel appeared within their circle, yet this young man had somehow made Angel seek him out?

Their gaze then collectively shifted towards Brody, their expressions filled with incomprehension and even veiled mockery.

This was a turn of events Brody hadn’t anticipated.

Apparently, more than money-grubbers, they preferred watching a fool—and now, he seemed the fool who had spent money only to be played for a sucker!

Brody was the one who ended up feeling embarrassed.

Seeing the situation clearly, Troy chuckled and looked at both men. “I thought it was something serious… Here’s what we’ll do. Sam, you play a few rounds with him. As for the stake… I’ll cover you. Brody, how about we bet a Porsche 911?”

Brody frowned. “You’re willing to pay such a price for this bumpkin?”

Troy shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s pocket change. Besides, I’ve been wanting to get rid of that car anyway. Just a bit of fun, and since he’s Angel’s boyfriend…”

Brody, of course, didn’t acknowledge this, standing up and gripping a dart, casting a disdainful glance at Sam. “I doubt he’d dare to play.”

Troy handed a dart to Sam, whispering, “Don’t worry about my money; it’s no big deal. Our families have many collaborations with Angel’s family. Making her happy leads to more business, easily recouping this small amount.

If you don’t participate, it would actually embarrass me… Consider it making a friend, give me this favor.”

With a hearty slap on Sam’s shoulder, Troy finished his encouragement.

Sam had to admit, these wealthy heirs weren’t fools.

Contrary to many narratives in novels and movies where rich second-generation heirs throw away their intelligence with their money, these individuals are not only born into privilege but often possess above-average intellects. They benefit from better environments for learning and acquire many skills.

Troy’s words left Sam without any reason to refuse. He took the dart and looked at the dartboard on the wall. “I’ve never played. I don’t really know the rules of the game.”

Troy explained with a smile, “It’s simple. See the numbers? They represent the score. Hitting within the wedge scores that number. The outer ring doesn’t count, but the thin strips around the edge double the point value, and the ones near the bullseye triple it.

The highest single dart score is 20×3, which is sixty. The outer bullseye is worth 25 points, and the inner bullseye fifty…”

Brody cut off Troy impatiently. “Why bother explaining so much? You don’t really think this bumpkin could score a perfect game, do you?”

Troy chuckled, “Who knows, I always believe in a beginner’s luck. Let’s keep it simple and efficient—three rounds each to tally the scores. Who’s going first?”

Sam looked at Brody.

Brody scoffed disdainfully, “I’ll go first, to avoid any claims of me bullying a newbie. Let him witness the skill of Kuhang’s dart king.”

Approaching the designated area, Brody faced a considerable distance, especially compared to the small standard dartboard.

He assumed a textbook-perfect stance, holding his breath and focusing intently.

Taking this seriously was crucial; a loss would be a huge blow to his pride, and he was determined not to concede any aspect of superiority to Sam, dismissing him as merely Angel’s “bumpkin” boyfriend.

With such a mindset, Brody’s approach was more concentrated than usual, his proficiency well-known within their circle.

His performance over three rounds was impressive.

First dart:

Triple eighteen.

The crowd’s astonishment boosted Brody’s confidence.

Second dart:

Double twenty.

Despite the already intimidating score, Brody felt somewhat dissatisfied.

Third dart…

“Damn! Bullseye, right?! Fifty points!”

“Are you sure you didn’t wear your underwear on the outside today, Brody?”

A hint of satisfaction crossed Brody’s face as he turned, a relaxed and somewhat smug look directed at Troy.

Troy, visibly surprised, commented, “Since when did you become so skilled?”

Brody chuckled and blew his hair out of his face nonchalantly.

“Not bad, I guess. A bit of a slip-up on the second dart, only scored forty… How many points in total?” He looked around, well aware of his score, but anticipating the dramatic effect of someone else announcing it.

Someone quickly responded, “Triple eighteen… Double twenty… Plus a bullseye… That’s a total of one hundred and forty-four!”

Hearing his score, Brody lounged on a sofa, sipping champagne with a leg crossed over the other.

“Your turn to perform now. There’s still a chance to win, so don’t despair, heh.”

Troy also turned to Sam. “That’s a pretty exaggerated score. Don’t feel pressured; it’s okay to lose.”

Holding the dart, Sam glanced at the dartboard. “Just to clarify, the highest score is the triple twenty, right?”

Troy hesitated, “Yes, but hitting that spot…”

“Hey, hey, hey, you don’t think you can hit triple twenty three times, do you? If you do, I’ll eat the dartboard! Don’t know how much you’ve drunk to be so delusional, it’s hilarious.”

Brody and the others burst into laughter.

Sam remained silent, simply walking to the position Brody had used.

Compared to Brody’s textbook stance, Sam’s approach seemed much more casual, even holding the dart in a way that seemed amateurish to Brody.

Moreover, Sam wasn’t even focusing on the dartboard but speaking instead. “First off, while I don’t find anything shameful about being from the countryside, calling someone a ‘bumpkin’ constantly is quite rude.”

Brody scowled. “I love calling it as it is…”

“Whoosh!” The dart flew from Sam’s hand unexpectedly, in the midst of his talking.

Brody thought dismissively, How accurate could he be while talking? Then, he looked towards the board with that thought in mind.

His pupils dilated, and his mouth hung open in shock.

Because Sam had hit…

“Triple twenty?!”

Voices around them started to tremble with surprise.

Troy was astounded, pondering whether this was skill or mere luck.

Brody refused to believe Sam possessed such ability, taking a deep breath.

“It’s just luck. Even if you throw with the same posture and angle, it’s impossible to hit the same spot twice!”

Sam picked up the second dart, his expression still composed, showing no sign of nervousness. As his arm swayed slightly, he spoke again.

“Although I know you won’t actually eat the dartboard even if I succeed, I still hope this becomes one of your laughing stocks.”

“You jerk… just throw it if you’re going to, what’s with all the talk—”

“Whoosh!” Once again, as he spoke, Sam let the dart fly. This time, the ominous feeling was even stronger.

Brody’s gaze wavered with hesitation, but he couldn’t help but look.

And the result was…

“Another triple twenty?! Oh my God, how is this possible! That’s already one hundred and twenty points!! He only needs more than twenty-four points to win!!”

Brody felt as if his breath had stopped.

He couldn’t believe Sam’s luck could be this good—surely it was just luck, or was it skill? Sam didn’t even know the rules of darts.

How could a bumpkin possibly spend every day playing darts? Even daily practice wouldn’t guarantee this level of skill!

“This isn’t right… This can’t be happening.” Brody murmured to himself, but looking back at Sam’s position, he was even further back than Brody had been!

How could there be cheating? With so many witnesses, how could Sam possibly cheat?

It must be pure luck.

Sam was preparing to throw the third dart. This time, he did something even more unexpected.

He turned his head to look at Brody, his eyes carrying a hint of pity. “Should I make you eat this dartboard, or should I give you some leeway? After all, you seemed to have given me some leeway.”

At this moment, even if Brody felt unsettled or regretful, he couldn’t show it.

How could he bow down to Sam? He’d rather believe it was all due to luck.

Brody’s hands clenched the edge of the sofa tightly, his eyes bloodshot and nearly bulging as he stared at Sam.

“If you win, I’ll eat the dartboard!”

“Alright.” Sam smiled briefly, not even bothering to turn his head back to aim at the target, but instead…

“Whoosh!” He threw the third dart while still looking at Brody, not at the dartboard.

How could he be so confident after scoring only 120 points?

It had to miss! It just had to!

Brody was nearly shouting his thoughts aloud.

And then, in the next moment, he heard the incredulous voices of those around him, followed by Troy’s remark, “You’re really going for it, huh?”

Brody looked, and any last shred of hope disintegrated. “Triple twenty.”

He was speechless, numbed, paralyzed on the sofa, overwhelmed by shock.

Sam, however, was smiling at Troy. “Angel is calling me. I’ll be heading over.”

Troy pondered before speaking, “Since you won, I’ll have the car delivered to you.”

Sam shook his head. “I don’t need a car. Give it to Angel if you must. And about the dartboard…”

Troy couldn’t help but laugh, glancing at Brody, who was ashen-faced on the sofa. “You really planning to make Weber family’s third son eat a dartboard?”

Sam shrugged. “Am I that kind of person? Just oversee it for me. A video will suffice.”

Laughing, Troy shook his head as he watched Sam walk away. “Angel’s got quite the eye… Interesting, very interesting.”

…

Returning to Angel’s side, Sam found her friends still there, but the conversation seemed to have cooled down.

Angel, noticing Sam’s composed and smiling demeanor, asked, “What were you doing over there?”

Sam replied casually, “They said there was an acrobatic show going on, so I took a quick look.”

“Acrobatics?”

“Yeah, someone mentioned eating a dartboard.”

His remark elicited laughter from the girls nearby.

“Haha, Angel, your boyfriend is really funny… We all saw it just now, not bad at all~ Sam, daring to do that to Brody, you must be the first.”

So they all saw it, huh?

Sam thought, not intending to show off.

Catching the interested glances from those around, Angel’s gaze finally settled on Sam. “It’s a bit stuffy here.”

Catching on, Sam suggested, “Shall we go somewhere else?”

Angel nodded and extended her hand to Sam.

After a brief hesitation, Sam took her delicate hand. It was as beautiful as it felt wonderful.

“Where to?”

As they began to distance themselves from the crowd, with no clear direction yet, Angel suggested, “The rooftop.”