A man suddenly stood up at a table diagonally across, holding a wine glass and spreading his arms as he walked toward the bar. Brian Carter recognized this person—it was Albert Bennett, a regular old customer who often came here, a retired old man who would order a pint of stout and then chat idly with the old neighbors. He was also a Wimbledon fan. His voice drew the attention of the other patrons in the bar, and only then did they notice the slender figure slumped at the bar.

They all began to exclaim in surprise.

“Is that really Emily Clark?”

“The Princess of Dons!”

“Ha, good afternoon, Emily Clark!”

“Has the sun risen in the west today, or am I seeing things? I actually see the Princess of Dons, Emily Clark!”

The person who heard the voices was none other than Emily Clark, who was lying on the bar. She straightened up and saw the person walking toward her. A brilliant smile immediately appeared on her face.

“Old Mr. Bennett, you look even older than the last time I saw you,” she said with a laugh.

“Ahem... The last time you saw me was three years ago, how could I not be older?” Old Bennett sat down next to Emily Clark. More people crowded over to greet Emily Clark, and she greeted each of them in return, calling them by name.

Brian Carter naturally knew these people as well, but what surprised him was that this unfamiliar woman could recognize everyone present, yet he had no impression of her at all. He had worked here for almost a year, and thanks to his good memory and diligence, he had already memorized every regular customer. But in his memory, this person was the only one missing.

Seeing the puzzled look on Brian Carter's face, Bennett patted him on the shoulder: “This is our ‘Princess of Dons’, Emily Clark. She moved away three years ago, but before that, this place was practically her second home.”

Old Mr. Bennett was introducing Emily Clark to Brian Carter, while Emily Clark looked at Brian Carter with a playful smile.

Brian Carter really hadn’t expected that this blonde beauty had such a reputation. He took another look, and found that she was also looking at him, so he hurriedly and a bit awkwardly looked away.

“I heard our princess is here!” The loud voice of the chubby boss, Colin Johnson, rang out from the edge of the crowd. Then Brian Carter saw the boss squeeze his way in with some effort and give Emily Clark a warm hug. “Haven’t seen you in years, and you’re even more beautiful…”

In the arms of the chubby Boss John, Emily Clark laughed and said, “And you’re even fatter than before, Uncle John. I can’t even get my arms around you.”

“What brings you back here? You’ve been gone for three years—I thought you’d forgotten all about us.” The boss’s words were echoed by many, and everyone started to cheer.

Emily Clark didn’t explain, just raised her glass and said heartily, “Then let me buy everyone a drink!”

“Yes!!” The crowd responded with a roar. Someone offering drinks was always a good thing, and even more so when the one treating was their princess—how could they refuse?

Boss John grinned so widely his features almost bunched together, looking just like a Tianjin Goubuli bun. “Emily Clark, you really know how to do the math. You’re drinking in my bar—how could I let you pay?”

Emily Clark stuck out her tongue playfully.

So Boss John waved to Brian Carter: “A pint of stout for everyone, on my tab.”

Brian Carter hurried off to serve.

Emily Clark sat on a high stool, chatting with everyone.

“Did you see the news yesterday, Emily Clark?” Old Mr. Bennett asked.

Emily Clark nodded, the smile gone from her face. The crowd, who had just been beaming with joy at her arrival, also fell silent, and the bar became quiet for a moment.

“The FA’s decision to hold a three-person meeting means that Winkleman is close to succeeding…” Boss John sighed beside her. “I’ve been a Wimbledon fan since I was ten. I never thought that at sixty-one, I’d lose the team…”

“Could we pool our money and buy the club?” someone suddenly asked.

Everyone turned to look at him. He seemed to realize he’d said something wrong, scratched his head, and sat back down.

Emily Clark, who had been listening all along, suddenly said, “We don’t have the money to buy Wimbledon, but we can start our own Wimbledon.”

Her words made her the center of attention, even Brian Carter, who was busy pouring drinks for the patrons, couldn’t help but glance over.

Chapter Four Emily Clark (Part 2)

Emily Clark, who had been listening all along, suddenly said, “We don’t have the money to buy Wimbledon, but we can start our own Wimbledon.”

Her words made her the center of attention, even Brian Carter, who was busy pouring drinks for the patrons, couldn’t help but glance over.

Without waiting for anyone to ask, Emily Clark continued, “We’re planning to set up a football club that truly belongs to us fans, to replace the current club that’s decided to move away. In a couple of days, we’ll probably be calling on everyone to donate.”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then reacted and began to ask, “That would take a lot of money, wouldn’t it, Emily Clark?”