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Hearing that all-too-familiar voice, Jamie recognized him instantly.

She turned to see Noah stride into the venue, his features bearing a striking resemblance to Ben's, though his expression was laced with arrogance and defiance. Jamie's brows knitted together slightly.

It was unsettling to see a face so similar to Ben's wear such a brazenly cocky look. It almost felt like a mockery of the man she knew so well.

Tim seemed to hesitate for a moment before addressing Noah, "Ah, Mr. Noah Lucas, you're quite late."

Everyone knowingly referred to him as "Mr. Noah," carefully distinguishing him from Ben.

Noah chuckled at the implied slight in Tim's words. "Better late than never, right? I'm still a guest, which means I have the right to join in."

Tim hesitated, wiping the light sweat forming on his brow. "Technically... yes, that's true."

The unspoken tension in the room was palpable. Noah was clearly stirring the pot, but to what end?

Seizing the opportunity, Noah took a golf club from a waiting attendant and strolled onto the course.

At that moment, Ben was still on the green. The two brothers didn't exchange a word or even a glance as Noah stepped into the space. Yet the tension was undeniable, wrapping itself around the spectators like a coiled spring. Jamie's heart clenched. She glanced between the two men, unease bubbling inside her. She wanted Ben to win. No, she needed him to win.

Noah's first shot was smooth, sending the ball sailing beautifully toward the target. A round of applause erupted, breaking the tension momentarily.

Noah raised an eyebrow and smirked toward Ben. "So, Ben, what's your record? How many shots?"

"Seven," someone nearby answered before Ben could.

Ben, however, simply placed his club down and turned to leave without a word.

"Leaving already?" Noah taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "Don't tell me you can't handle a little competition."

Ben paused, casting a calm glance over his shoulder.

Noah smirked, confident and assured as he set up for his next shot. One by one, his strokes landed flawlessly. With each successful attempt, the crowd's murmurs grew louder, anticipation mounting. Finally, Noah reached his last ball. He lined up the shot, his posture radiating triumph.

"This is it," he said, looking straight at Ben. "Time to break your record."

Ben's gaze stayed fixed on Noah, unreadable yet sharp, a faint trace of mockery flashing in his eyes.

Noah swung his club. The ball flew gracefully, drawing a perfect arc in the air before landing near the hole. It circled the edge tantalizingly.

Jamie held her breath, and even Noah's smirk deepened with satisfaction, until the ball stopped short. It didn't fall in.

Ben's voice was steady, his words deliberate as he responded with a quiet edge, "Looks like you just didn't have it in you."

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked off the course.

The silence that followed was deafening. The earlier cheers and excitement evaporated, leaving an almost oppressive stillness. Noah felt his face burn with humiliation.

The confidence he had moments

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ago now stung like a slap, and the silence from the crowd only magnified his shame. He couldn't even muster the courage to lift his head, terrified of meeting the scornful, mocking gazes he was certain awaited him.

His eyes darkened with bitterness, his expression twisting in frustration.

How could he possibly lose to Ben?

He turned sharply to Tim, grasping for some way to salvage his pride. "Are you sure your scoring is accurate, Mr. Smith?" Tim's expression darkened instantly.

"You're questioning my expertise?" Tim replied icily.novelbin

Tim wasn't just any enthusiast. He was a respected figure in the world of golf, someone who prided himself on his fairness and skill. Suggesting he was unprofessional was not only an insult but a declaration of war.

Noah's face shifted, realizing too late the weight of his words.

Tim's voice turned frigid. "If you're so dissatisfied, perhaps this isn't the place for you. Don't worry, I won't keep you here. Feel free to leave."

Noah's jaw tightened, his face a mix of anger and humiliation as he stormed out, shooting a venomous glare toward Jamie and Ben.

Once Noah was gone, Tim handed over the prize, a sleek luxury car key.

Ben didn't even glance at it, instead handing it to Jamie without hesitation.

She stared at him, wide-eyed. "You're giving this to me? But you won it. It's yours!"