Chapter 840

No one paid Jayde much attention this time.

This banquet was different. The hook? Golf. Sink a shot, win a prize. But the real draw wasn’t the gifts—it was the bragging rights. The rich and powerful came for sport, not souvenirs.

A clean shot sent cheers through the crowd.

Franklin Cowan, a polished middle-aged man, turned with a smooth smile. “Mr. Lepage—and miss—care to give it a try?”

Jayde studied him. Polished, confident, a man used to charming rooms. But she held her ground. “Mr. Cowan, I hear you’re a golf enthusiast. Me? Hopeless. I’ll spare you the spectacle.”

Franklin chuckled, impressed. “You’re sharp.”