Chapter 1249: Chapter 1249

Chapter 1249:

Geltay was a skilled golfer, while Allison was just a nobody. With a smug clap of his hands, Geltay issued the order. “Set up the course!”

“Yes, sir.” The course manager quickly moved to carry out his command.

Kellan stepped forward, his expression calm but unwavering. “I’ll take responsibility for Allison’s bet,” he said, turning to Geltay. “Allison is with me. If she loses, you can take my hand instead.” Without hesitation, he laced his fingers with Allison’s. “Of course, it doesn’t matter whose hand you want—I don’t believe she’ll lose.”

His confidence in her was absolute. After being together for so long, Kellan knew that Allison would never take on something she wasn’t certain about.

Before Allison could say anything, Geltay laughed loudly. “Alright. You’ll lose, and I can’t wait to see how composed you remain when that happens!”

Melany, who had caught every word, smirked to herself. It was inevitable—either Allison or Kellan was bound to lose a hand. Allison had been bold enough to challenge Geltay, but there was no way she could defeat him.

Colton, however, wasn’t so quick to dismiss her. He approached Allison, his voice low. “You’re being reckless. This is just a business deal. Even if you can’t secure it, you can always try the next. There’s no need to gamble with Geltay. Are you really willing to risk losing your hand?”

Allison only chuckled. “Mr. Stevens, this has nothing to do with you.”

Melany’s face darkened. Even now, Colton was still concerned about Allison.

Suppressing her frustration, she gripped his sleeve, her voice tinged with grievance. “Colton, this is Allison’s decision. We should stay out of it.”

Allison ignored them completely. Without a second thought, she walked toward the course, Kellan by her side.

The manager stepped forward, clearing his throat to explain the rules. “Since our esteemed guests are short on time, we’ve adjusted the game. The time limit has been shortened, and the rules have been relaxed. The winner will be determined by the fewest strokes needed to sink the ball.”

𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: gal⸽no⸽vels⸰co⸰m

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

“This course is ridiculously easy. I bet Geltay will probably finish in five shots.”

“Five? You underestimate him! I bet he’ll do it in three.”

“Forget Geltay—what about that young woman? How many shots will she take?”

“She looks like she has some skill. Maybe ten?”

“Ten? That’s generous! She might not even land a decent hit.”

“Oh, come on! Didn’t she say she’d take one less shot than Geltay? If he does it in three, she’ll have to do it in two.”

That last comment sent the crowd into hysterics. To them, it was nothing more than a joke.

Allison, however, remained unfazed. Her gaze briefly flicked to Geltay.

“Who’s going first?” she asked.

“Since the outcome’s already set, I’ll go first. Let’s wrap this up quickly.” With his usual cocky stride, Geltay stepped forward, gripping his club with practiced ease.

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