"If you don't want to sign up, just say it, I won't scold you for going back on your word, though you really did go back on your word, sigh, I'll just pretend I didn't hear anything before…"
Zoe Yale stuffed the golf club back into Lucas Scott's hands, muttering loudly on purpose as she walked away.
As if she was terrified Lucas Scott would hear.
Lucas Scott cared the most about how he appeared in her eyes, so this tactic was bound to work.
"Three shots, if you can make just one, you win," Lucas Scott's arrogant voice suddenly erupted from behind her.
"Deal!" Zoe Yale's cunning eyes narrowed, and she dashed back to his side, snatching the golf club from his hands in case he had second thoughts.
Watching her run toward the tee off spot, Lucas Scott's mouth curled into a knowing smile.
He knew this Little Girl wouldn't give up so easily, still acting tough in front of him.
If he hadn't given her that chance, she might be hiding somewhere crying her Eyes out by now.
