Chapter 1250: Chapter 1250

Chapter 1250:

His warm-up had been flawless, and his confidence unshaken. Calculating the perfect amount of force, he swung.

The ball soared through the air, landing just shy of the hole with pinpoint accuracy.

It was a near-perfect shot.

The spectators erupted into cheers.

“Geltay is incredible! Someone guessed three shots, but it looks like he’ll do it in two!”

“I really underestimated him—he’s even better than before!”

“Shut up and let him take the next shot.”

With precise control, Geltay struck the ball again, sending it rolling smoothly into the hole—a clean finish.

Smirking, he sauntered back toward Allison, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

“If you surrender now, I’ll be generous. Instead of taking your man’s whole hand, I’ll just take a finger. I’m feeling nice today.”

Allison met his gaze, her smile slow and deliberate. She casually grabbed her club and walked to the starting point.

“I can guarantee you won’t be getting a single finger of his.”

Melany blinked, her expression one of feigned innocence.

“Allison, why not just call it quits? If you concede now, the price you’ll pay will be much smaller. It’s hardly worth it if Mr. Lloyd ends up losing a finger.”

She had no idea how skilled Allison was at golf, but she had heard Colton mention that she was merely average. Never in a million years did Melany expect Allison to go all-in on a bet over a business deal. Even more surprising was Kellan’s willingness to wager his own finger. Melany couldn’t wait to see this drama unfold, thoroughly entertained.

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But Kellan, unfazed, turned to her with a slow, icy smirk.

“Miss Johnson, are you that certain my finger will be the one getting cut off?”

He looked completely at ease. It wasn’t just confidence in Allison’s skill — it was a direct warning to Melany.

“If anyone tries to interfere with this match, I won’t hesitate to make them regret it.”

Melany swallowed hard. “N-No one would dare.”

Truthfully, she had considered such a move, but after hearing his words, any such thoughts quickly dissolved. There were too many people watching. And with Kellan on high alert, she knew he would be watching her every move.

Geltay, meanwhile, leaned lazily on his club, his gaze flickering toward the distant hole.

“Mr. Lloyd, it’s nice that you and Ms. Clarke have confidence. But sometimes, too much confidence comes at a cost.”

He admired his own handiwork, pleased with his previous performance. Two strokes — an even better result than he had anticipated. Humming to himself, still riding the high of his success, he finally turned to Allison.

“Ms. Clarke, your turn.”

He didn’t believe for a second that she could beat him.

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