Chapter 840 Self-inflicted Humiliation
This time, nobody really noticed Saskia.
This party was different from the others. The biggest difference was that the guests were expected to play golf.
If you played well, there were prizes.
But the attendees were all wealthy or influential, so few cared about the prizes. They just played for fun.
Someone had just made a great shot, and the atmosphere was lively.
A refined middle-aged man glanced over and smiled, asking, "Mr. Egan, and this young lady, would you like to give it a try?"
While he was speaking, Saskia was discreetly observing him.
She concluded that he was the client they were dealing with.
With his invitation, Saskia didn't rush to look away. "It seems Mr. Savage does love golf, just as the rumors say. But I have no talent for it, so I won't embarrass myself."
Tomas Savage was momentarily taken aback, then laughed. "You certainly speak your mind."
It was a compliment, though it could also be seen as lacking tact.
This showed the importance of emotional intelligence.
However, Tomas had a refined demeanor. Even when making polite conversation, he came across as warm and likable.
He looked at Nathaniel.
Saskia picked up a nearby wine glass, about to take a sip, when she heard him say, "Let's give it a try."
She almost spat out her wine.
Nathaniel actually agreed!
Not only was Saskia shocked, but Tomas was too.
He had invited Nathaniel, but didn't expect him to accept. Given Nathaniel's reputation for being aloof, Tomas thought he wouldn't join in.
But Nathaniel did.
A server brought over a golf club.
Nathaniel took it and headed to the course.
Tomas glanced at Saskia and awkwardly smiled. "I didn't know Mr. Egan played golf. I must be out of the loop."
Saskia pretended not to notice his probing. "Mr. Egan is skilled in many things."
Tomas was curious about her trust in Nathaniel.
The noise from the course interrupted his thoughts.
"It's in!"
The cheer was like a World Cup goal, sparking excitement among the crowd.
Saskia smiled, her clenched hands relaxing.
Despite her confident front with Tomas, Saskia was so nervous her palms were sweating.
The excitement continued as Nathaniel made several more successful shots.
In no time, Nathaniel broke the record for the most goals at this party.
Someone exclaimed, "I think we know who the prize is going to."
"Who else but Mr. Egan?"
"Is everyone in the Egan family this talented? The older generation was impressive, and now the son excels at everything too."
Saskia frowned, her voice cooling. "What do you mean by 'excels at everything'?"
In that moment, she felt a flicker of anger towards these ignorant people.
They knew nothing yet made careless judgments.
Nathaniel was never someone who got everything without effort. On the contrary, he worked harder than anyone.
But his efforts hadn't always yielded the results he wanted.
"Mr. Savage, shouldn't the prize be decided?" Saskia's gaze swept the room.
They had arrived late.
By the time Nathaniel started, most people had already played a round.
So Nathaniel was the winner.
Tomas was straightforward. "Then the prize goes to..."
"Mr. Savage, aren't you being hasty? And Ms. Fuller."
"Caleb?"
Hearing that familiar voice, Saskia immediately recognized him.
Caleb walked into the venue, his face bearing a striking resemblance to Nathaniel's, but with a more rebellious air.
Saskia frowned slightly.
Seeing a face so similar to Nathaniel's with such an expression was truly unsettling.
Tomas took a moment to recognize him. "Mr. Egan, you're quite late."
Caleb responded to Tomas's implied criticism. "Even if I'm late, I'm still a guest and have the right to play."
"That's true." Tomas awkwardly wiped his sweat.
Was Caleb crazy?
Embarrassing Tomas wouldn't benefit him.
With Tomas's permission, Caleb took a golf club from a server and headed to the course.
At that moment, Nathaniel was still on the course.
The two brothers didn't even exchange a glance.
The atmosphere grew tense.
Saskia's heart tightened as she watched Nathaniel and Caleb, unsure who would win.
She hoped it would be Nathaniel.
Caleb made a beautiful shot.
The crowd cheered.
Caleb raised an eyebrow, looking provocatively at Nathaniel. "Nathaniel, what's your record?"
"Seven shots," someone nearby answered.
Nathaniel dropped his club and calmly left, but was stopped halfway.
Caleb wanted him to stay and watch. "Why rush off? Afraid of losing?"
Nathaniel paused.
He swung the club, making one shot after another...
On the final shot, Caleb's eyes were full of confidence. "Looks like I'm going to break your record, Nathaniel."
Nathaniel watched his stance, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Caleb, oblivious, took the shot.
The ball made a graceful arc, circling the hole.
Caleb looked smug.
But the ball stopped short.
"Looks like you can't do it," Nathaniel retorted with Caleb's own words.
Then he turned and left.
The room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
The earlier excitement vanished in an instant.
Caleb's face burned with embarrassment.
His earlier confidence now made his humiliation even worse, and the silence amplified his shame, making him afraid to look up.
Caleb's eyes twisted with frustration.
How could he lose to Nathaniel?
"Mr. Savage, are you sure your scoring is accurate?" He looked at Tomas, his eyes dark and obsessive.
Tomas's face darkened. "Are you questioning my professionalism?"
Tomas had been a formidable figure in the business world in his younger years. Now in middle age, he had retired early thanks to a capable son.
In retirement, he had taken up his old hobby of golf and was quite passionate about it.
Questioning his professionalism in front of a golf enthusiast was a blatant insult.
Caleb's expression changed, realizing his mistake too late.
Tomas snorted. "If you're dissatisfied, there's no need to stay. Leave."
Saskia didn't spare him a glance.
Caleb gritted his teeth, shot them a furious look, and stormed off.
Tomas brought out the prize, a set of Porsche car keys.
Nathaniel handed them to Saskia without a second look.
"You're giving this to me? You won it," Saskia said, wide-eyed.
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