One Night Surprise

Chapter 320 There Are Plenty of Scapegoats

Not far away from them stood a familiar figure in a white golf shirt. However, the moment that person turned to face them, Courtney heaved a sigh of relief—it was James.

Before Adam could introduce them to each other, James walked up to them and looked at Courtney. “Long time no see, wife-to-be of my cousin.”

Courtney frowned. “Why are you here?” she asked with unconcealed disgust in her tone.

With one end of the golf club placed on the ground, James propped himself on it and leaned into her. “Courtney, you seem unhappy to see me. Adam, didn’t you tell her about it?”

Upon hearing that, Courtney turned to Adam in puzzlement.

“I thought that you knew, President Hunter. President Duncan is the main reason we are collaborating with Citron Apparel this time. To be completely frank, this would not happen if it wasn’t for President Duncan, since Citron Apparel is nowhere near the level of companies that we usually collaborate with.”

Courtney was stunned. “You pulled this off?”

“Is that surprising?” James adjusted his glasses, a shadow of a smile playing by his lips as he gazed at Courtney. “Since we will soon become family, it’s only natural that I give you a hand. You can take this as a token of apology for the previous incident, Courtney.”

As if I’d believe what he says! She didn’t buy his seemingly truthful words at all. Upon thinking that they hadn’t signed the contract, she sneered. “You put it in such a nice way, as if I’d owe you a huge debt of gratitude. Now that the contract has yet to be signed, you won’t pull the same trick by using the contract to ask me to do something for you, will you?”

“Well, I do have one condition, but I believe it won’t make you suffer any loss.”

He picked up the golf club and appraised it. “However, the weather today is nice and I wish to find someone to play golf with. The condition is simple—if you make fewer shots than me, the contract will be signed immediately.”

at him in suspicion

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as long as I take fewer strokes than you. I don’t wish to see you finding me

course I won’t.” James wiped the golf club in his hand and a cryptic smile appeared

was little because her grandfather loved the sport. When she was little and her grandfather had been healthy, he used to bring her

18-hole course, whereby the total par score was 72. Courtney’s best record was 61 strokes, while the best record in the Guinness World

2.30 PM. They played until the sky became dim and the outdoor temperature gradually became cooler. Currently, Courtney had taken 61 strokes and she was left with the last hole, while James’ score was 63 strokes. Their scores suggested that both of their skills were on par with that of

the straight-line distance of the ball from the hole was not far, she estimated that she could end the match

James approached her. “Courtney, you are certainly well-versed in golfing. I reckon that you

asked too much. All you have to remember is that if I manage to get the ball in the hole with this stroke,

“You seem energetic today; looks like Leon

paled and she turned to

distance from her. “Carry on, Courtney; I won’t interfere with your playing. I’m afraid that you may blame

that was holding the golf club

related to James. What did Leon mean

and the white golf ball rolled toward the hole but stopped right

sigh as she stood off at one side. “It was so

she suddenly realized that she had said something she shouldn’t have, so she quickly covered her mouth. When she raised her

just a joke and we can always revisit the contract. Why don’t we head over to the club to take a rest?” He sounded friendly and polite, but coupled with what

today’s meeting—James had colluded with Adam to lure her here using the excuse of signing the contract, whereby their true intention was to

headed into a private lounge within the