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Immediately after winning the World Golf Championship, I fell to my knees in shock before my darling, frantically slapping my own face.
"I deserve to die! I shouldn't have stolen Kael's championship title."
Genevieve, still unsatisfied, twisted all my joints and used me as a human flagstick for Kael on the green.
A golf ball struck hard between my legs, and she yanked my hair, forcing me to use my mouth to carry the ball into the hole.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the competition.
Seeing Genevieve storming towards me in a rage, a sudden realization hit me.
I was the true business tycoon all along!

After Winning the Golf Championship

I coldly watched this scene unfold, personally chopping off one of Kael's hands to feed to the dogs.


An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.


I was never much of a saint to begin with. Waiting until after his death to cut off his hand was already the height of my mercy.


Genevieve's face turned white with fear, the acrid smell of urine emanating from beneath her.


Seeing my cold, merciless expression, she became utterly terrified.


"I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Master Belmont! It was all Kael's idea, I was just an accomplice. Surely that doesn't deserve death!"


I looked with disgust at the foul yellow puddle beneath her.


Genevieve misunderstood my gaze and actually began stripping in front of everyone.


Stark naked, she stood in the center of the living room and slowly walked towards me.


"Master Belmont, I swear I'll give you a son, to atone for my sins... Please accept me."


The stench grew stronger. I frowned deeply and swiftly kicked Genevieve square in the chest.


Chapter 10