“Where is she?” Whitley put her cell phone into her bag. With a furrowed forehead and eyes that kept sweeping over the people in this café. Until he finally saw a girl waving at her.The wrinkles on her forehead instantly faded, as if they had disappeared. Then the corners of her lips began to pull back, revealing a sweet smile that she usually showed to people. She raised a hand to reply to the person. “There she is,” she said as she walked quickly to where the girl was sitting.Whitley walked quickly to where the girl was, then sat down in front of her. The girl was a very beautiful girl and was also the same age as her. Because she was indeed Whitley's cousin, Molly Smith.Molly had a smile on her face, like a friend who really missed Whitley. She then handed Whitley the menu. “What do you want to buy? I'll pay for it.”Subtly, Whitley shook her head. Her mouth sweetly held a smile. “I'll do it later. More importantly, why did you call me this suddenly? I hurriedly came here becaus

Whitley let out a long breath, a faint smile spread across her lips. Her eyebrows rose slowly, her eyes narrowed like a cat stalking prey. "Of course, Mother," she said, her voice smooth yet confident. "I am your daughter. Besides, Harvey seems like he'll be easy for me to conquer." Her arms were crossed over her chest, her posture erect like that of a commanding queen. Her legs were neatly folded, adding to the impression that she was in complete control of the situation. "You must remember him when he was at this house, right?"Whitley glanced at her mother, her eyes sparkling like a lamp that had suddenly turned on. Her fingers tapped the arms of the chair in a rapid rhythm, as if her mind was hard at work devising her next plan.Gina frowned, her smile growing slowly, but her eyes remained sharp, as if questioning whether Whitley was really ready to face Harvey. "Of course," she said, her voice soft but meaningful. "He always does what I tell him to do, even if it makes him lose h

Harvey squinted, trying to adjust his vision to the scorching sun. His lips were pressed tightly together, as if he was holding back something he wanted to say. Whitley's words still hung in the air, feeling as clear as the light reflecting off the road surface. There was such a strong confidence in her voice-an absolute conviction that seemed impossible to shake. Naturally, with a respected family background, alluring looks, and undeniable intelligence, Whitley always spoke as if the world was within her grasp.A faint smile spread across Whitley's lips, her eyes sparkling in the reflected afternoon light. Harvey was still silent, and to Whitley, that was a clear sign. If the man's feelings had truly vanished, why didn't he argue immediately?Her steps came closer, the afternoon breeze blowing her long hair. With a confident gesture, her slender fingers reached out, touching Harvey's hand that felt warm in the sunlight. “Harvey,” her voice sounded softer, almost a whisper amidst the

A golf club was swung vigorously, creating a sharp swish in the air before hitting the ball with a clean thud. The ball shot up, piercing the blue sky before falling on the green expanse in the distance.The woman who hit it smiled with satisfaction. With a casual gesture, she took off her hat, letting her hair flow slightly in the wind. The thin sweat on her forehead glistened in the sunlight, and as she wiped it away with the back of her hand, the few men around could not hide their admiring gazes.Around him, the other players took turns swinging their sticks. Each blow produced a sharp thud, followed by a satisfied cheer or a disappointed murmur.“Look, I went farther!” one of the men exclaimed proudly, his chest puffed out as he pointed to his ball that went farther than the others.Some of his colleagues just chuckled softly, some glanced sarcastically before refocusing on their own shots.In the midst of the low noise, a man steps up slowly, almost silently. Harvey. His movemen

Harvey raised an eyebrow, his expression flat as if he didn't understand Garry's accusation. "Why is this my fault?" he asked, his voice sounding lazy. "If you want to play golf, just play."He glanced at his watch. There were still ten minutes before his appointment time. Inwardly, she regretted coming too early. If he had known this, he would have spent his time elsewhere instead of listening to the useless babble of these people.Garry fingered his still throbbing head, his eyes blazing with suppressed anger. His breath was ragged, like coals ready to ignite a fire. He stared at Harvey with a vengeful glare, his lips curled in a dismissive smirk. "Harvey, you probably don't know because you're too poor," he said, his voice laden with mockery. "But I am the VIP of this place. If you won't obey me, I can just get you kicked out."Harvey didn't react. Only one eyebrow slightly raised, his expression remained calm, as if even the wind blowing was more interesting to him than Garry's r