Chapter 1243: Chapter 1243

Chapter 1243:

As she neared the distributor, a group from Vespera suddenly came to a halt in their tracks. Their eyes sharpened with suspicion.

“Who let outsiders in?” one of them muttered.

Kellan remained unfazed. His expression stayed cool and unreadable. “We’re exclusive members,” he said. “As black card holders, we have full access to this area.”

Unbothered, Allison began stretching, preparing for the challenge ahead.

“Are we not allowed to play golf here?” she asked, her voice calm.

Geltay stood tall, his broad frame giving him an imposing presence. His eyes briefly scanned Allison, then shifted to Kellan. He could tell that they were no ordinary people—there was an unmistakable air about them, the kind of presence that spoke of power and wealth.

“Of course, you can,” he said smoothly, his voice almost too polished. “But with all the space on this course, why choose to play right next to us?”

His smile was polite on the surface, but there was something sly lurking beneath it. No matter what excuse Allison offered, he knew he would see through it and expose her in front of everyone.

“I’m here for you, Mr. Norwood,” she said without hesitation.

She saw no reason to dance around the truth. “Miss Bellinger sent us. We’re here to discuss the distribution deal.”

For a brief moment, Geltay appeared caught off guard. He hadn’t expected such a direct answer. Then, his expression shifted to one of lazy amusement.

“I see,” he drawled. “That explains why your Vesperan is so flawless.” His gaze swept over them again, this time with a subtle air of superiority. “I’ve heard about that,” Geltay continued, his tone dismissive. “But I don’t trust people like you. You reek of Ontdale arrogance.” His words dripped with contempt.

A decade ago, he had visited Ontdale and been swindled by smooth-talking businessmen. That experience had left him with nothing but disdain for the city and its people.

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On top of that, his towering, muscular frame made him look down on anyone who seemed weak.

Business deals didn’t impress him—strength did.

“Leave,” he said coldly. “Don’t waste my time. I have better things to do.”

“Sometimes, people need to know their place.” With that, Geltay dismissed Allison and Kellan with a single, uncaring glance.

He walked over to the golf ball, raised his club high, and swung with force. Whack!

The ball sliced through the air with a sharp, satisfying crack. As he made the swing, laughter erupted from the onlookers behind him, as if he had just put someone in their place—loud and clear.

There was no mistaking the deliberate provocation in his actions. He was drawing a line and made sure everyone saw it.

Kellan’s expression darkened, turning ice-cold. “Mr. Norwood, it sounds like you have quite the grudge against Ontdale.”

His voice was calm but edged with something sharp as he leveled an unreadable stare at Geltay. “Though showing regional bias only makes you look ignorant, especially when you’re here to do business and negotiate partnerships.”

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