A similar figure in a white shirt was standing not far away. Hayden took a relief when he turned around.
It’s Franklin.
He walked up to Hayden before Tomas tried to introduce him to Hayden.
“It’s been a while, my future sister-in-law.”
Hayden scowled. “What are you doing here?”
She didn’t try to conceal her loathing in her voice.
Franklin stood the golf club on the ground and used it to prop himself, inclining slightly forward. “You
seem to be unhappy to see me here, my future sister-in-law. You didn’t tell her, Tomas?”
Hayden looked at Tomas in confusion.
Tomas frowned. “I thought Miss Hayden knew. Mr. Beckham set this collaboration up. Mean no offense,
our company is way out of your league. We wouldn’t have agreed if it’s not for Mr. Beckham.”
Hayden paused a moment. “You set this up?”
“Surprised?”
Franklin put on a sly smile. “We are going to be family now. And it is only natural that family help each
other. Take this as an apology for what I have done.”
Only a retard would believe Franklin.
“Don’t be patronizing. You act like you have done me a huge favor. But where is the contract, huh? You
are not trying to play your old trick and use this contract to induce me to do something, are you?”
“I am, indeed. But you won’t lose anything.”
He held up the club with two hands and examined it. “All I want is somebody to hit a few balls with.
We’ll sign the contract if you goal with less strikes.”
Frowning, Hayden looked at him with suspicion. “Really?”
“Sure, you have my word.”
“Alright.”
Hayden gave Anna a look and took the club from her. “I hope you won’t go back your words by then.”
“Of course not.”
Rubbing his club, Franklin smiled slyly.
Hayden had been playing golf since she was a kid. It was her grandpa’s sport. Her grandpa used to
take her with him when he played golf, and she grew up learning from golf masters.
Hayden’s personal record was 61 strikes while the world record 55. She was still young when she set
her record, her coach said she was a genius.
Their contest started at 2:30 p.m. when the sun brushed the horizon, Hayden hit her 61st strike and
had one last hole to hit in. Franklin took 63 strikes.
She’s not far from the hole. This would be the end, Hayden thought to herself after an estimate.
Franklin came up to her suddenly.
“You do play golf wonderfully, were you trained before?”
“You’re asking too much. The only thing you have to know is that you’ll sign the contract after this.”
“Of course.” He smile, and then lowered his voice. “Seems like Lyon didn’t serve you well last night.
You are full of energy.”
Hayden’s face became pale at Franklin’s insinuation. She looked to him in shock.
But Franklin stepped a step backward to where he felt safe.
“Go ahead, Hayden. I’ll stay away so you won’t blame me for distracting you.”
Hayden’s hands were shaking.
She would never have thought that Lyon knew Franklin. What did the “sorry” Lyon said on phone mean
then?
Was it true that they did nothing last night?
Her hand slid and the club hit the ball. The ball rolled to the edge of the hole and stayed there.
Anna sighed.”It was close.”
She realized she said the wrong word when she finished and covered her mouth. But she saw
Hayden’s pale face when she raised her head.
“What happened, Miss Hayden? Why are you looking so terrible?”
“She must be tired.” Franklin said. “We can talk about the contract later. The bet was just a joke, don’t
take it too seriously. Let’s take a break in the clubhouse, what do you say?”
His suggestion would be a kind gesture if he hadn’t told Hayden about Lyon before. Hayden knew it’s a
threat.
It’s not until now that Hayden knew what this was really about.
Franklin set this trap with Tomas. And it’s last night but not the contract that he really wanted to talk
about.
At the clubhouse, Tomas and Anna were waiting outside.
“I can’t imagine your life in Nanking if these pictures are put on the Internet.”
Franklin reached a pile of photos out of his coat, put them on the table and fanned them out. Each and
every one of them was erotic.
Hayden’s brain blew at the sight of the photos, she grabbed them hastily and tore them into pieces.
“What do you want? Franklin.”
“Tear them if it pleases you.” Franklin laid back in the sofa pleasantly. “I got plenty of copies anyway.
Lyon gave you an unforgettable night, didn’t he? You owe me a thank you, don't you think so?”
Hayden’s eyes were ringing, she dreaded to think about the consequences if the photos were
published.
Lyon did tell her that nothing happened. But once these photos were published, who would believe
that?
“You can’t do this, it’s illegal…”she tried to maintain her composure, but her facial expression sold her
out. “I’ll sue you if you publish them.”
“It won’t be difficult to find an escape goat.” Franklin sneered. “Don’t be a fool, Hayden. You think I will
publish these myself? I could just hire somebody on the street, it couldn’t be easier.”
Hayden dug her fingers into her palm to keep her rationality.
“You do all these just for Downey Group. But you forgot something. I’m not in charge anymore, I can’t
sell it to you.”
“I just need your shares.” Franklin looked at her with a treacherous smile.
“Your half-brothers are just a bunch of losers. They can sell themselves if the price is good enough. I’ll
be the biggest shareholder and nothing can stop me from incorporating Downey Group.”
Hayden clench her fists tightly, her face pale.
Franklin’s voice reverberated through the room.
“I’ll give you some time to think about it. But I promise you, if I don’t get the answer I want, you can see
these photos on the Internet the moment you step out here. And I’ll make sure that Harrison will be the
first one to see them.”
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