Chapter 547 What Are You Saying?

Daniel's declaration was met with uproarious laughter from Wyatt.

"Hahaha..."

After his laughter subsided, Wyatt said, "What are you talking about, country boy? You think because you've hit birds with stones, you can play golf? You think it's the same?"

"Of course, it's not the same! Hitting birds with stones is hard. Playing golf is a piece of cake in comparison. All I need to do is hit this golf ball into the hole with this club, right?"

Daniel picked up a club and took a swing.

Thwack!

With a crisp sound, the white golf ball soared out, made a beautiful arc in the air, and with a plop, landed right in the hole.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded.

A hole-in-one?

Was this country boy's golf skills that good?

No, that can't be right! A country bumpkin who’d never played golf before couldn't be skilled.

It must've been pure luck!

Yes, it had to be luck. Excellent luck!

Maya had felt quite smug after scoring an eagle, positive she was ahead. Then, Daniel, the country bumpkin, got a hole-in-one and upstaged her.

This infuriated Maya, making her wish she could tear him into pieces right there.

mood demanded it—Maya sneered, "Heh, didn’t expect you to be so lucky, country boy. A hole-in-one on

second hole, I can get a hole-in-one. Just eighteen holes, right? One swing each should do it; end of the game in eighteen

buy it for a second. She was sure this country bumpkin was

"If you can hole-in-one the next swing, I'll eat the

the ball? With what,

'joke' was received with an immediate black expression from

are you saying?" Jessica didn’t just scold Daniel; she also gave him a

said she'd eat the golf ball, I

yelped, dodging

one more nonsense, and I'll pinch you dead,

glared at him angrily before finally loosening her

get rid of you, idiot, there’ll be plenty

none of those men would catch your eye,"

even though you’re capable of fitting that golf ball in your mouth, if you actually eat it, you'll have

What Are

declaration was met with

"Hahaha..."

you talking about, country boy? You think because you've hit birds with stones, you

hard. Playing golf is a piece of cake in comparison. All I need to do is hit this golf ball into

club and took

Thwack!

a crisp sound, the white golf ball soared out, made a beautiful arc in

Everyone stared, dumbfounded.

A hole-in-one?

country boy's

be right! A country bumpkin who’d never played golf before couldn't

must've been pure

to

smug after scoring an eagle, positive she was ahead. Then, Daniel, the country bumpkin,

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