“What I just said will not be repeated a second time.”
Chase’s brows wrinkled, not irritated, so that the young assistant did not dare to speak again.
Country Y, a mansion like a castle, under the blue sky and white clouds, is particularly awe-inspiring. A handsome middle-aged man with a white golf suit with both hands, holding golf clubs in both hands, cleverly swinging, and the ball is accurate Into the hole.
The few people standing behind him clapped and praised.
“Playing with Mr. Char is simply looking for abuse.”
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