Amelia walked over with a stiff face and took the golf club.
Ever since her father's downfall, she had been busy like a spinning top and hadn't touched a golf club for years.
But her father had trained her to be a refined lady since she was a child, even hiring a professional teacher to teach her, so she was quite confident in her golf skills.
However, after swinging the club, she heard the man make a disdainful sound, sneering, "With skills like that, you dare to play golf with me?"
Amelia turned her head and glared at him.
What was wrong with her skills?
The ball went into the hole.
Nevertheless, the man continued leisurely, "Your posture is wrong, your play violates the rules; you might as well just throw the ball into the hole, it'd be faster."
Amelia, "..."
This was clearly nitpicking!
Infuriatingly, those old coots joined in,
Mr. Langley, "Hmm, Ms. Foster's posture does seem a bit off."
Mr. Harrison, "Indeed, the play does seem somewhat against the rules."
