Chapter 1255: Chapter 1255

Chapter 1255:

“Mr. Norwood, I assume you’ll be keeping your promise now?”

As soon as Allison spoke, a wave of tension swept through the crowd. She had won the bet, yes — but no one had ever seen Geltay bow to anyone. This person was the embodiment of arrogance. The air grew heavy.

Melany smirked, ready to enjoy the spectacle. She didn’t expect Allison to be so foolish, actually asking Geltay to apologize in public. Surely, this would only anger this proud and arrogant businessman.

But Geltay proved to be far less unreasonable than anticipated. He let out a quiet chuckle.

“Ms. Clarke, I must admit, you’ve got both guts and skill.” He spread his hands in an easy, almost amused manner. “I’m not the type to go back on my word. I won’t deny that I once looked down on Ontdale, thinking its people were deceitful, scheming, and utterly incompetent. That was my mistake. I let my prejudices cloud my judgment. And today, I’ve paid the price for that arrogance. Ms. Clarke, I will honor my promise. The order is now yours.”

Gasps rippled through the businessmen who had long followed Geltay. They knew him well — he was a man who almost never apologized.

But soon, they realized that it wasn’t entirely impossible. After all, golf was his obsession, and Allison had crushed him in his own domain. No wonder he admitted defeat so easily.

Melany, unwilling to let an opportunity slip, quickly stepped forward with a practiced smile. “Mr. Norwood, you have quite the discerning eye.” She sidled closer, her tone dripping with flattery. “We came here with Ms. Clarke, and we’re also from Ontdale. If you wouldn’t mind…”

In the grand scheme of things, whether Geltay did business with Allison or her made little difference. All she had to do was attach her name to the deal. That was the proposition she intended to make.

But before she could finish her words, Geltay directly cut her off without hesitation, saying, “What? Do you two also want to bet with me?”

𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝗀ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗲𝗅𝗌﹒𝗰𝗼𝗺

Melany and Colton stiffened. This was a direct rejection, full of disdain.

Melany forced a tight-lipped smile. “Of course not.” Neither of them had the skill — or the nerve — to gamble with him.

Geltay didn’t spare Colton or Melany a second glance. Without hesitation, he reached for the document in Allison’s hands and, with a swift, practiced motion, signed his name across the page — bold and unwavering.

“Ms. Clarke, I look forward to working with you.”

“Mr. Geltay, the feeling is mutual. I admire your capabilities as well.” Allison’s lips curved into a polite smile. “Then we won’t take up any more of your time. Miss Bellinger is waiting for me.”

With her objective secured, she saw no reason to linger. Satisfied, Allison turned on her heel, leaving with Kellan at her side.

When they arrived at the hospital, they spotted Lizzie on the phone, her laughter light and cheerful.

“I’m glad to hear that. Ms. Clarke and Mr. Lloyd are here handling things with me, and we’re eager to collaborate further.”

As she ended the call, she looked up and noticed Allison and Kellan standing at the door.

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