Chapter 1251: Chapter 1251

Chapter 1251:

Geltay had rarely encountered anyone who could challenge him in golf, let alone someone from Ontdale. The thought alone was laughable. Still, he made sure to point it out.

“I sank the ball in two strokes. If you want to prove yourself, you’ll need to make a hole-in-one.” He let out a chuckle, clearly thinking it was impossible for her to achieve.

Even for professionals, a hole-in-one was rare. For someone like Allison? It seemed like a fantasy. But just to appear generous, he threw her a bone.

“How about this? If you can at least tie with me, I’ll consider it a win for you. Otherwise, people might start thinking I’m just picking on a lady.”

The onlookers erupted in laughter.

“That’s true! Mr. Norwood, you’re too kind!”

“Ms. Clarke, there’s no shame in losing.”

“If you surrendered early, Mr. Norwood might still be in a good mood and let you off easy.”

But Allison remained unfazed. She glanced at them, utterly indifferent, before turning her attention back to the game.

“There’s no need. I don’t need anyone to go easy on me.”

Then, without hesitation, she stepped onto the course. Planting her feet shoulder-width apart, she raised her club high. Her form was precise, controlled—expertly measured.

“I only hope you’ll keep your word, Mr. Norwood.”

Geltay’s brow furrowed slightly as he observed her. From the subtle bend in her knees to the measured control of her breath, and the precise positioning of her fingers on the club, it was obvious—Allison had been professionally trained.

M𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝑔𝒶𝓁𝓃𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂

She wasn’t just a pretty face—she was skilled.

At that moment, Allison focused straight ahead. Then, as if the world itself had gone silent, she locked her eyes on the ball.

Everyone who had been ready to mock her suddenly found themselves holding their breath, eyes fixed on her every move.

Then…

With a powerful swing, she struck the ball. A crisp, clean sound cut through the air as the ball soared skyward in a perfect arc, flying even higher than Geltay’s shot.

For a fleeting moment, every eye widened instinctively, all eyes locked onto the white ball as it soared through the air in a perfect diagonal descent.

Thud. A sharp, resounding impact sliced through the tense silence. The ball, propelled by sheer precision and force, hurtled closer and closer — until, at last, it dropped smoothly into the hole.

The distance made it difficult to see. Although it appeared the ball had gone in, no one reacted at first.

They couldn’t believe it.

“Impossible! There’s no way that went in!”

“But… the ball is gone. Did Ms. Clarke actually sink a hole-in-one just now?”

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