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Chapter 35

Penulis: C.ELLICA
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-22 07:34:32

Krystal’s POV —

The next day

I adjusted my grip on the club, the buttery leather of my glove creaking slightly as I shifted my weight onto my back foot. The sky was a watercolor of gold and blue—another perfect morning, bought and paid for. Birds chirped somewhere beyond the hedges of Fairmont Ridge Golf & Country Estate, which, as of three days ago, now belonged to me.

The first swing wasn’t even about the ball. It was about the sound it made when it soared.

That clean, satisfying whack.

That hush from the stunned board members who once told my uncle I “wasn’t country club material.”

That silence after money spoke louder than legacy.

I turned slightly, accepting the club from my personal assistant, Ava, who wore a tailored blazer over a crop top and held a clipboard like a weapon.

“What’s next?” I asked, reaching for the champagne flute resting on the side tray of the electric golf cart—hand-stitched leather, gold accents, and a built-in cooler, naturally.

Ava glanced at her list. “
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