“I might just mention to them how you ‘persuaded’ that waiterst night.


    ”


    Valery’s outcries abruptly stopped as though a vice had gripped her throat, and she frantically shook her head.


    “What do you mean? Don’t misconstrue things.


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    ”


    Seeing her resistance, Brayden beckoned with a curl of his finger.


    “Apply a bit more pressure.


    ”


    With a golf club poised, Brayden feigned nonchnce, rhythmically swinging it, tracing a path in the air above a golf ball resting on the emerald grass.


    Valery’s eyes widened at the sight of the swinging club.


    “What are you doing?” she asked.


    Valery’s hysterical shrieks pierced the tranquil atmosphere.


    She squeezed her eyes shut and implored, “Help!”


    Just as Brayden was about to execute his swing, a voice interjected from a distance.


    “Well, Mr.


    Mitchell, you seem to be in high spirits, bringing someone here to the golf course.


    Care for a game?”


    Keith, dressed casually and looking nothing like the aristocratic Compton family member he was, approached.


    Trent was only a few steps behind Keith and, engrossed in his phone, seemed oblivious to the charged atmosphere.


    Keith took a seat, examined Valery’s predicament, and inquired with a genial smile, “Has she crossed you?”


    In the distance, as if seeing a savior appear, Valery shouted madly, “Help! Mr.


    Compton!”


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    Keith raised an amused brow, somewhat irritated by themotion, taking a seat beside Bryson.


    Bryson cast a cold nce at Keith and said, “ying the hero, are you?”


    “Not at all.


    ”


    Keith leaned back, his grin unwavering as he addressed Bryson.


    “I’d say, I save beauties, but she’s not my type.


    ”


    Keith extended his hands, offering a magnanimous gesture.


    “Carry on, gentlemen.


    I’ll simply watch the fun.


    ”


    Trent, seated beside Keith, remained disinterested, his attention to his phone unwavering.


    His gaze never lifted as he remarked, “Yes, my brother is quite the enthusiast.


    If he can’t join in the fun he’ll be quite sad when he leaves.


    ”


    Turning towards Bryson, Brayden inquired about his friend’s perspective.