Elina's POV
The air was thick and buzzing with whispers, and my sneakers sank into the lush grass as I clutched the golf club like a lifeline tethering me to reality.
Pearl Necklace, poised and statuesque, fixed Isaac with a gaze that could pierce through shadows, her eyes glinting faintly with a depth that's hard to place.
Her voice, smooth as velvet yet edged with a cold, deliberate precision, sliced through the tense atmosphere. “You don't truly expect us to accept this without question, do you, Castro? Your little rookie pulling off a shot like that—unassisted?" Her lips curved faintly, not a smirk but a calculated hint of skepticism, as if she was already peeling back layers I couldn't see.
“Think what you will," he replied, shrugging with a nonchalance that felt almost too pract
