The coach released Melissa.
Surprised, he turned from Marcus to Melissa.
âMiss Brown, you and Mr.
Fowlerâ¦â
Marcus cut in, âWe have a kid together.
â
Mina then joined them as well.
Dressed in a black silk dress and a white jacket, she looked stunning.
She couldnât fathom losing to Melissa.
Despite Melissaâs beauty, she didnât outshine Mina.
Standing at only about 5â3â³, she was too slim and wore minimal makeup.
Yet, it was clear Marcus was jealous.
Without a word, Melissa turned to the coach.
âLetâs go on.
â
How could the coach keep going?
With a slight smile, he suggested, âMr.
Fowler is skilled at golf.
Maybe he could give you some tips?â
Melissa didnât make it hard for the coach, but she wasnât about to let Marcus win⦠She then headed to the lounge and ordered a drink.
Marcus watched her from afar but didnât approach.
Meanwhile, Mina took a seat beside her and inquired, âDo you mind if I join you?â
Melissa offered a small smile.
She wasnât interested in befriending Mina, so her response was lukewarm.
Mina glanced towards where Marcus was and said in a low voice, âI guess every woman dreams of marrying someone like Mr.
Fowler.
Why donât you like him?â
Melissa wasnât taken aback by Minaâs question.
Marcus had it all.
He was born into wealth, was the executive director of the countryâs largest conglomerate, and was strikingly handsome.
Despite his usual arrogance and coldness, women flocked to him.
But Melissa knew all too well what he was like in private and therefore wasnât as captivated.
Sipping her drink through the straw, she hinted, âHeâs single now.
â
When Mina was on the verge of replying, someone dr@ped a towel over Melissaâs head, its scent unmistakably masculine, filled with the aroma of menâs cologne.
Melissa removed the towel only to see Marcus standing nearby.
The man scoffed.
âWhen did you start talking so much?â