Chapter 272 Do You Understand?
<b>Cam’s </b>face became paler and puder. Emelle was afraid that she might faint, so she set down her bow
Patricia ao let go of her neck and leisurely sat down on the bench.
Cam’s legs felt week, nearly causing her to stumble to the ground. She red at Emelie and Patricia in frustration. “L.. I’ll tell Dryan when hees back!
Enelle and Patricia responded indifferently, “Suit yourself.”
Cam wanted to do something, but facing the two beautiful faces, she felt powerless. In the end, she stomped her foot in annoyance <b>and </b>walked away. Just as the two men who had left a mument apo returned.
Wim naturally <b>sensed </b>the subtle atmosphere <b>and </b>nced at Emelle. “is everything alright!
“at’s nothing serious. My hand hurts a little. Mr. Middleton, why don’t you and Mr. Swanson have the third round? I’ll sit this one out”
Emelte rubbed her an Pulling the bow had strained her palms and arm ligaments.
william didn’t insist. He nodded in agreement.
As he turned to <b>leave</b>, he signaled to Ss and said, “Bring a warm towel for her” Ss quickly brought Emelie a warm towel, which she ced on her palms.
Patricia smiled and remarked, Wilm takes good care of you. No wonder you dared to contront Cam directly just now. <b>Her </b>family does <b>have </b>some background, otherwise, the Swanson family wouldn’t have <b>arranged </b>for her <b>to </b>marry Bryan.”
I was simply about seeking justice for herself.
Emelie remained expressionless. Her decision to take action had nothing to do with Williams backing her up. It was
Why should she endure baseless Insults?
But <b>she </b><b>didn’t </b>need to exin these words to Patricia. They weren’t friends, and Emdie still felt indifferent towards Patricia.
Suddenly, Patricia said, “I’ve always wanted to apologize to you.”
“Apologize?” <b>Emelle </b>looked at her. “For what?”
Patricia pursed her lips. “I heard about what happened in Wistour Ctyter on to some extent, it stemmed from me leaving you in the wilderness. I didn’t expect such serious repercussions. I’mony.”
Emelle held the towel. Her nails were <b>not </b>manicured, now a tender pink after being moistened by water. She simply said, “Lept <b>your </b>apology.”
Patricia asked, “epted, but not forgiven, right?”
Yes. Emelle wasn’t that generous. One apology didn’t warrant an “it’s okay” in return.
Her rtionship with Wim was now in a <b>mess </b>because of what happened in Wintour City
“Ms. Hoven, you seem to hold grudges.” Patricia <b>smirked</b>. “But this is what I owe you. If you ever need my help in the future, just ask. Whatever I can do, I’ll definitely help you.”Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.
Emelie thought for a moment before nodding, “I remember that ”
Although she couldn’t think of anything she’d need Patricia’s help with now, having another option was always good.
Patricia looked towards the archery field, her gaze distant, but gradually tinged with sadness.
Emelie flowed her game. She sar Bryan standing behind Cam, teaching her how to pull the bow,
The <b>man’s </b>chest pressed against the woman’s back their posture intimate. Watching them, Emelie was reminded of herself
She had dared to act against Cam not because of William, but because William had taught her that when faced with injustice<b>, </b>she could fight back directly
Her two favorite sports now were archery and golf
Emelle was particrly skilled at golf she had once achieved a hole–in–one. Initially, she didn’t even understand the baske rules and was maliciously mocked by aclient from
Lablos.
“Ms. Hoven’s ‘balls‘ look great, but I didn’t expect that she couldn’t y golf.”
At that time, she was new to her secretarial position and hadn’t yet developed her current poise. She turned pale with anger.
She understood the crude implication. <b>She </b>stood frozen and was unable to respond.
William walked up behind her, his expression calm. He took her hands in his, guiding her.
“Spread your feet shoulder–width apart, bend slightly at the waist. Grip the clubbed with your left hand and the shaft with your right. The clubhead should hit the ball smoothly, using your wrist’s strength
“Before swinging look at your target several times, then adjust your body and swing angle ordingly–do you understand?”
Her mind was in a whirl. “Dott
William continued, “What’s your target?”
She answered haphazardly. She was still fustered from the earlier insult and partly because his chest was pressed against her back in such a public setting, she felt embarrassed. She randomly chose a hole that <b>wasn’t </b>too far, thinking it would be easier. “Uh, the third hole?”
Will chuckled. “Wrong.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Your target is this–Hesoddenly changed her stance and swing <b>the </b>club forcefully. The ball flew and struck the Labios client’s face directly.
The client screamed. He clutched his bleeding nose and copsed, “Ah!”
Emelle was stunned. William didn’t even nce at the client. He calmly signaled the caddie to set up another bull.
“When you need to light back, do it. My people don’t stand there and get humiliated. <b>Do </b>you understand this now?”