Alvin Lindsey changed into a pure white sportswear in the cloakroom of the sports field which casually yet stylishly, refracted a brilliant light under the shimmering sun.
He stuffed a white glove in the back pocket of his pants, appearing both sexy and professional.
Returning to the turf and completing a series of warm-up preps, he instructed his attendant to carry his golf bag. At this moment, Debora Fitz finally found an opportunity and rushed over, "Your Majesty, let me do it."
However, Alvin Lindsey didn't need her help, he replied coldly, "Are you sure you can carry it?"
There were over a dozen golf clubs and some ball-hitting accessories in the golf bag. For a girl, it was quite heavy, comparable to a desk piled high with graduation exam review materials; it looked light, but once you'd tidied it up, it's heavy enough to make your back hurt.
As expected, when Debora Fitz tried, she immediately frowned; she wasn't able to carry it.
