Back at the clubhouse ~
Carl's brows furrowed as he watched Amanda conversed with Adrian over the phone. He couldn't even tear his gaze from her for a moment. Slowly, Amanda turned around and plastered a false smile on her face as she spoke with Adrian.
Carl watched her keenly, and he slid on a tool before gesturing to one of the waitresses for a refill.
“Here you go,” Brenda mumbled, a lopsided smile on her face as she slid the drink to Carl. She leaned forward, ensuring her cleavages were well exposed to Carl. Carl's face darkened with disgust and he raised an unimpressed eyebrow since he knew what she was up to.
Grabbing his whiskey, he leaned forward and whispered in her attentive ears, “Your little act didn't move me at all. Maybe you could do better.”
He said before getting on
