Chapter 3

Eighteen holes, eighteen strokes. The perfect score elicited thunderous applause from the entire crowd.

Kael excitedly ran to Genevieve, who smiled indulgently as she presented various luxury car models and house designs for him to choose from.

Hearing the congratulatory cheers around me, I felt a sense of relief wash over me.

There was no way I could beat Kael's score.

All I had to do was take a casual swing... and I could gracefully concede to him.

No one was paying attention to my performance anymore; they had already assumed Kael's victory was certain.

Until the judge's impartial voice resonated in everyone's ears.

"Young Master Harlow, eighteen holes in eighteen strokes. This round's result — a tie!"

Now not only were Genevieve and Kael furious, but I was livid too.

This wasn't right! This couldn't be!

I even wondered if there was some magnetic field interference because this defied all logic!!

I had merely swung carelessly, and I could clearly see the white ball wasn't following the intended course at all.

I was so dumbfounded that I lost the strength to kneel.

The once-noisy scene fell into dead silence after the judge's announcement.

Everyone stared at me with expressionless faces and hollow eyes, like some grand mime performance.

A suffocating fear loomed over me.Kael's face darkened, the previous merriment feeling like a slap across his cheek.

He wanted Genevieve to take his side, but when he turned to look at her, she seemed frozen in place, as if stuck on pause.

It wasn't until the secretary handed her an urgent contract worth a million dollars that she snapped out of it.

Genevieve's young, alluring face flashed with uncertainty as she let out a high-pitched shriek.

"Why are you bringing this to me? This is Harlow's job!"

The familiar scene made my heart skip a beat, as if I'd heard those words somewhere before.

My expected reaction should have been to look down on Genevieve with disdain and send her away, only allowing her to stay at Belmont Estate if she begged and catered to my every whim.

Genevieve would then be forced to cling to me like a parasitic vine, dependent on me for survival.

I didn't know why I was having such "rebellious" thoughts. After signing the contract, I braced myself for another round of abuse.

But when Kael charged at me with a knife, I was surprised to see Genevieve furrow her brow.

A flicker of confusion and concern flashed in her eyes.

However, upon seeing Kael's tear-filled eyes, she quickly regained her mechanical, gentle smile.

Was it hypnosis?I came without time to think further, as Genevieve ordered someone to grab my hand.

Kael kicked the back of my knees, and a gleaming knife was thrust between my fingers.

"You useless piece of trash! Can't you understand simple instructions? How dare you embarrass Wenxuan!"

Genevieve gripped my hair, slamming my head against the marble floor. The impact instantly created a bloody crater.

The blood flowing from my forehead stained my eyeballs, tinting my vision red.

Perhaps from being placed on a pedestal for too long, occupying a high position and constantly flattered, once angered, she always struggled to control herself.

Kael's fury unabated, he used my hand like a whetstone, slashing back and forth, instantly shredding my skin open to the flesh.