45. PLAYING GOLF
The golf ball made a beautiful parabola and flew over the bunker, slowly rolling through the grass and into the hole. He made a very beautiful swing and looked very good at playing golf.
Alfred applauded and said, "Young Master is really a wonderful player!"
Cyril handed the telescope to Wilson, who immediately and respectfully accepted it.
He took off his gloves, and Alfred grabbed them before Wilson: "I'll take them, and let me take the club, too."
Cyril neither refused nor responded to him. His expression was neither happy nor angry, and no one could understand what he was thinking.
Alfred carefully served him, trying to guess his intentions.
When he saw Cyril taking the golf cart, he consciously ran after him. As he ran, he complained silently, never expecting to provoke such a powerful person. On a vast expanse of lawn on the golf course, Alfred was sweating all over, and he was chasing the golf cart in confusion:
"Your skill is truly superb, which really shocks me."
"Yesterday, it was raining heavily in B City. Thanks to you, today is a sunny day... even God knows you're here."
"Young Master, if I had known it was you, I wouldn't have caused such a big misunderstanding."
"You see how sincere I am, can you forgive me?"
Cyril didn't say a word, nor did he move, making an imperceptible smile and looking down at him.
If it weren't for Thera, he would never have met such a person in his lifetime. Seeing that Cyril Norman was finally willing to speak to him, Alfred begged, "How could you forgive my crime?"
Cyril sneered and said, "Why aren't you as tough as yesterday?" "I was such a jerk yesterday. If I had known you had demolished the hotel, I would have apologized to you and made compensation as soon as possible." "How do you plan to compensate?" "No matter what request you make, I will do it anyway." Alfred was panting under the scorching sun. "Compared to you, I am not even as good as a bedbug. Even if I compensate you for all my property, it will be worthless to you"
"I'm not interested in money."
"So what should I do?"
Cyril said thoughtfully, "I should apologize to you."
Alfred heard him say this, and was so frightened that he knelt down on the grass and hurriedly stood up to catch up with him. "Young Master, please don't joke with me. I annoyed you and deserved to be punished. Don't mention that you demolished my hotel, even if you destroyed all the properties of our family, I deserve it."
Cyril seemed to be inspired and looked at him earnestly, "You've provided a good idea."
Alfred was already frightened and his whole body trembled: "Master... Young Master, are you really going to destroy all the properties of our family?" "You are limited to rebuild the hotel within three days. I will demolish it again."
"What..."
"If you don't rebuild it within three days, I'll destroy all the properties of your family, okay?" He smiled and said this in a gentle tone, but actually didn't plan to discuss it with him at all.
Alfred knelt down on the ground again, but all this happened so suddenly that his brain went blank and he didn't recover for a long time.
Yesterday, he didn't know that the person who demolished the hotel was Cyril Norman, and forced him to rebuild the hotel within three days. Otherwise, he would be asked to pay compensation at 50 times the price of the hotel.
In this city, no one dared to provoke him. After all, he was rich and had the support of underworld. He just didn't expect to provoke him, who is countless times more powerful than himself.
The golf cart finally stopped at the rest area.
Cyril got out of the cart, put on his glasses and gloves, and looked calm.Alfred's face was covered with tears and snot, and he crawled at Cyril's feet again and again begging him to forgive.