Chapter 234 - You Think My Polish Is Muck, Well I Think... I Think You Suck!

On the competition field, Corde held herself together. Whether the Goltbred was responsible for the feeling a bit ago or not, her suspicion wasn't proof. Taking action out of nowhere would not look good and be hard to explain. At the minimum, she could say pretty clearly that the girl she had spoken to before was at *least* one thing.

'Smart. Good at guiding people where she wants them to go… or talking them into the ground.'

"Your husband has many remarkable talents. Perhaps some instruction would help channel that potential in a different direction."

The suggested invitation carried an obvious challenge beneath its surface courtesy. While the moment of control had unnerved her, the fact that it was detectable seemed to mean that she was still stronger in the spiritual energy that caused it. Which made sense… she was much older than this child.