Chapter 1120
As Susan finished her taunt, she beckoned a caddy over with a casual wave. "Bring me the best club
you''ve got here."
The caddy nodded and quickly returned with the requested equipment.
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Club in hand, Susan shot a challenging re at Thssa, who responded with a slight, amused smile,
remaining silent.
"Susan, we all believe in you!" Lucy pumped her fist energetically in Susan''s direction, making a
cheering gesture. After her show of support, she nudged Bruce''s arm, urging him to show some spirit.
Bruce gave a small nod, choosing to stay quiet. Caught between a rock and a hard ce—his loyalty
split between the daughter who''d grown up by his side and the one he''d publicly acknowledged—it
wasn''t clear whom he should support. He decided it was best toy low.
When Lucy had boldly dered in front of Thssa and Lysander that Thssa was his illegitimate
daughter born outside of marriage, neither had objected.
This confirmation led Bruce to believe that Thssa hadn''t revealed to Lysander that she wasn''t his
biological daughter. In Lysander''s eyes, Thssa was still his child!
Could this be the reason why Lysander ordered the arrest of Elliott and the manager of Crest Summit
Hotel but spared him?
Bruce learned that Elliott had confessed to Lysander about his involvement in Thssa''s kidnapping.
Knowing he had been part of the plot against Thssa and yet Lysander hadn''t sent anyone to arrest
him had Bruce on edge, fearing the police mighte for him at any moment. Yet, days passed
without incident.
He had been puzzled, but now he thought he understood the reason.
Lysander, out of consideration for Thssa, had refrained from having him arrested. Thssa, likely
believing her mother''s video was still on his phone, hadn''t dared make a move or tell Lysander the
truth.
After all, the safety of her mother''s video was tied to his own. If anything happened to him, the video
would be exposed in a desperate act of self-preservation.
Susan stepped onto the green, assumed a poised stance, and with a style all her own, took a few
practice swings before striking the ball. It flew across the sky, tracing a graceful arc beforending on
the turf.
The ball didn''t make it into the hole, stopping just a meter away—an impressive feat for someone who
had swung just once. Most people required several attempts to sink the ball.
Wasn''t Thssa the one who said it was all about distance?
With that shot, Susan felt certain she could beat Thssa.
Once she had finished, Susan turned towards Thssa with a smug grin. "Your turn."
As Thssa approached, she simply said, "Pass me the club."
Susan instantly swung the club behind her back, scoffing, "This is my personal club, stored here for my
use. If you need one, use one of the standard clubs. After all, this is my private property."
Why would she give Thssa any advantage with her superior equipment?
Ethan watched their rivalry with amusement, chuckling to Lysander, "These sisters are quite the
spectacle."
Lysander''s deep, icy gaze flickered towards him.
Ethan promptly zipped his lips and busied himself with a ss of juice, deciding it was better to stay
quiet.
Thssa rolled her eyes at Susan, strolled up to the tee, and picked up a standard club from the
ground. Holding the club awkwardly, she fumbled with her grip several times before finding the right
hold.
"Ha, doesn''t even know how to hold a club and she''s bragging about winning," Susan jeered from a
distance.
"Thssa, seems like your so-called ''coach'' isn''t much of an expert. Probably just a hustler," Susan
added, her voice dripping with scorn.
Thssa ignored her, continuing to adjust her stance.
Suddenly, a pair of strong hands enveloped hers, their calloused warmth contrasting with Thssa''s
delicate skin. Her heart skipped a beat.
Without turning around, she felt the solid strength of a muscr chest press against her back, a
powerful aura enclosing her in an imprable shield.