Bryson’s response was a gradual raising of his hand, a silent gesture of affirmation.


    Then, with his neck turned, Brayden cast a distant, enchanting smile towards Valery.


    “I’ll give you one more chance.


    Tell the truth, and I’ll let you go.


    The man who had spoken on her behalf moments ago now took a seat beside Bryson, showing no intention of helping her at all.


    Valery was ovee with fear.


    Her legs trembled involuntarily, and she couldn’t muster the courage to meet Brayden’s gaze directly.


    I don’t know what you are talking about…


    “


    “s…” Brayden shook his head and sighed, “It’s a pity that you didn’t take me up on my offer when you had the chance.Content is ? by N?velDrama.Org.


    ”


    Whoosh!


    With a graceful swing, the golf club sliced through the air, creating an elegant arc apanied by the whisper of the wind.


    Thwack!


    The golf ball spun and raced through the air.


    “Ahhh! Ah…


    Valery’s distress erupted into a terrified cry.


    The ball grazed her ear before dropping to the ground, rolling in two perfect circles and disappearing into the hole just behind her.


    Brayden clicked his tongue and instructed someone to reset the golf ball.


    “My aim faltered earlier.


    Rest assured, this time I shall take a more precise aim at your head.


    ”


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    Valery was gripped by paralyzing fear, her legs faltering, as the people on either side prevented her from copsing to her knees.


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    She turned her gaze to the distance, where Brayden meticulously assessed his stance, preparing to strike.


    As Brayden poised to make his shot, Valery could no Longer restrain herself.


    Her scream pierced the tension of the moment.


    “I’ll tell you! Stop! Please!” she cried out desperately.


    Lowering the golf club gracefully, Brayden raised his chin in Valery’s direction.


    “Go ahead,” he urged.


    Valery quivered, the weight of her guilt pressing upon her as she stammered, “It… Den asked me to do it.


    It has nothing to do with me.


    ”


    “It has nothing to do with you?” Brayden asked, his toneced with skepticism.


    He swung the golf club in his hand again.