Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call
Chapter 185

Chapter 185 Duplicity

They rarely did intimate things, but they interacted extraordinarily well at night.

Christian's pupils were pitch black, his eyes reflecting her delicate face as if a clear lake rippled with the deepest secrets.

Her hand was suddenly empty.

Anastasia reacted by glaring at him with some annoyance and ticking her lips defiantly.

"Saying you're average would be a compliment. It's terrible."

As she spoke, she walked right past him.

Christian's face darkened. No one would be happy to hear such an evaluation.

Thinking back on the only times they had sex, she should have been considered satisfactory.

Looking at her back, he gritted his teeth secretly.

"Duplicity."

Anastasia walked over. Julian looked at his niece's expression and immediately stepped aside.

"Come here. It's your turn."

Anastasia smiled and said, "I'm not good at playing golf."

The others laughed and chimed in, "Ms. Graves, don't be polite. It's just for fun. How about we'll put in a million dollars for every goal you score? How is that sound?" Everyone found it interesting. "Okay!"

They have seen Anastasia's skills just now, and it was really bad.

That's why they started this gamble so generously.

Anyway, it would not cost them too much money.

Anastasia blinked and looked at them.

"Really?"

"Of course, Mr. Patterson is also there. Does Mr. Patterson agree?"

One of them greeted Christian, who was standing not far away.

Christian hooked the corner of his lower lip.

"Five million dollars for every goal scored."

He had to be different from others!

Julian clapped his hands and said excitedly.

"Okay, it's a deal, Ms. Graves. It's up to you to have an investment this time!"

Anastasia seemed to be under a lot of pressure and walked to the middle.

She played like a weak little cabbage, and everyone was waiting to see her jokes.

The first game is a par three.

She lowered her head, held the club low to the hole in the Greens, took a swing, and missed.

Everyone was laughing.

"Consider yourself practiced. The next shot is official."

Even Christian was unable to stop his smile from curving the corners of his eyes.

But the next second.

The second shot went solidly over Christian and into the hole on the Greens.

Everyone was silent for a moment and then began to applaud her again.

"Not bad. Ms. Graves, you have made progress!"

Julian, counting the number of people on the sidelines, plus Christian's five million dollars, spoke up loudly.

"Twelve million dollars!"

Anastasia smiled and gave her third shot, and not surprisingly. It went in again.

"Twenty-four million dollars!"

"Thirty-six million dollars!"

They laughed a little, even the applause was sparse, and looked at Anastasia in puzzlement.

The second round was a par four.

Difficulty increased, and distance was greater.

Christian stood and watched, narrowing his eyes.

Anastasia played her first shot badly, as usual. And everyone was secretly relieved.

But the second shot went in too.

And the third to tenth shots were even more successful.

Everyone couldn't laugh at all.

The par five of the third was the most difficult.

Anastasia scored four times with ease.

Julian was laughing his pleats off.

For the first time, he found it so easy to get an investment!

Everyone present had sensed that Anastasia was deliberately hiding her abilities.

She would miss once in every game, sort of to give everyone face. Otherwise, it would have been too deceptive.

With one last ball to go, someone next to him opened his mouth with a laugh.

"Ms. Graves, it's the last ball. Hold on tight!"

Christian paused, "Don't worry, I'll pick up your ball."

It's quite a feat for Anastasia to get Christian to stoop to pick up the ball.

Even though those present wanted to change their minds, they couldn't

After all, Christian took out the most money.

He stood on the Greens, his posture standing tall and erect, the light faintly enveloping his body as if gilded with a layer of gold. When he bent down to pick up the ball.

As he bent down to pick up the ball, Anastasia made a wobbly swing and suddenly missed the ball, which went straight for Christian's wrist.