Chapter 431 Zachary, What Are You Trying to Do?
Andrew was feeling his age. After a round with Matthew, his arms were so sore he could barely lift them. Missing two shots in a row, he stepped aside to watch Nicholas play.
At first, he thought Nicholas's last shot was just luck, but the more he watched, the more impressed he got. "Mr. Ramsey, your skills are something else. Besides the pros, you're the only one I've seen with such great skills."
He paused and smiled. "Mr. Ramsey, you're really good."
Nicholas shrugged. "It's not that I'm good but that you just need more practice."
Andrew stayed quiet.
Ouch. That was harsh.
Why was Nicholas so blunt? Andrew had heard Nicholas had a sharp tongue, but he didn't realize his social skills were this bad. Now he got why women found men with such low emotional intelligence so annoying now.
If it weren't for the money, he'd have left right then.
Winona saw Andrew's face and knew the contract talks were dead in the water with Nicholas around. It was clear the other side wanted to use the rivalry between the two companies to cut the budget.
She stood up, her eyes downcast, hiding her disappointment.
Nicholas wasn't Zachary. If he were, he wouldn't be stealing deals from the Bailey Group or constantly butting heads with them.
"Matthew, let's go." Her voice was low and raspy, full of despair after hope had been crushed.
Matthew looked at her thin, lonely figure and said softly, "I'll go change. You go sit in the lounge and grab a bite."
Nicholas swung his golf club and missed. He casually placed it on a nearby rack. "Andrew, excuse me for a moment. I need to hit the restroom."
This golf course was high-end, with annual memberships, oozing luxury and class everywhere, even in the restrooms.
The floor was so clean it shone, and the countertops and mirrors at the sinks were dry and spotless, with scented incense burning nearby to keep things fresh.
Nicholas dried his hands with a paper towel, staring at his reflection in the mirror, lost in thought.
"Zachary, what are you trying to do?" Matthew stood at the sink next to him. "The Bailey Group has been struggling since you disappeared. Your dad's been out of the business scene in Dreamopolis for ages, losing tons of deals. The Bailey Group's stock has tanked and is barely hanging on. Do you really want to see it go under? Have you thought about how your constant pressure has forced Evander and Winona to keep socializing and watching their backs?"
"Mr. Watson," Nicholas cut in, tossing the used paper towel into a nearby trash can. "I'm Nicholas. Don't call me the wrong name again. And how the Bailey family is doing has nothing to do with me. Just because I look like Zachary doesn't mean I have to take care of his family."
Nicholas's face was cold, his narrow eyes squinting with a sharp, icy glare. "And Mr. Watson, since you're after Winona, shouldn't you step up? You said it yourself, even Andrew's treating the Bailey family like this now. As her suitor, you should at least stand up when she's being bullied. Otherwise, you're less useful than a guard dog. At least a dog knows to bark when someone it likes is being messed with."
Matthew stayed silent.
He couldn't believe Zachary would say something so crude in public. He wondered if Zachary had been kidnapped during his three-month disappearance because he seemed to have lost all his manners. "Are you the dog you're talking about?"
Nicholas frowned, looking disgusted. "You're a rich young man, at least show some class."
Matthew was almost fuming. Who was the one lacking manners first? First, he was sarcastically called hypocritical, and now he was being compared to a dog.
He stared at Nicholas's unreadable face, taking a deep breath. "What's happened to you? Samuel and I can help you sort it out."
He liked Winona but never wished for Zachary's death. They were friends who grew up together. Even if there were occasional conflicts, it was just arguments or at most a scuffle.
Even knowing that without Zachary, Winona might one day accept him again, he never wished for Zachary to be gone forever, not even a little.
Nicholas's thin lips curved into a light smile, his deep eyes filled with dark, hidden emotions. "Mr. Watson, you've got the wrong guy."
Matthew sneered, not wanting to waste more words. "If you want to be Nicholas, then wear your disguise well. Don't keep showing up in front of Winona and making her sad."
He almost wanted to shove Nicholas's head into the toilet. After speaking, he opened the restroom door and walked out. Just in time to see Winona walking towards them.
Matthew had said he was going to change clothes, but he hadn't returned for a long time. She got bored waiting in the lounge and came to find him. "Didn't I tell you to have something to eat in the lounge? Why did you come over?"
Winona replied, "You've been gone so long, so I came to see if something happened."
The two walked towards the reception hall of the golf course.
In the next second, Winona felt a weight on her shoulder, causing her to tilt slightly before she fell into a man's arms. It was Matthew who had pulled her in. "Matthew..."
She was startled and tried to pull away, but Matthew held her firmly. "Don't move."
He had never made any inappropriate moves before. Even when talking, if he noticed Winona showing the slightest bit of resistance, he would stop immediately. So when she couldn't push him away, her first reaction wasn't that Matthew was taking advantage of her, but that something unexpected had happened.
Winona whispered, "What's going on?"
Matthew replied, "Didn't you want to test if Nicholas is Zachary? If he is, he won't remain indifferent."
"Matthew, thank you," Winona said, removing his hand from her shoulder and stepping away from him. "But it's not necessary."
So until she was sure of his identity, she wouldn't use such a method to test him.
But they had already turned the corner, and Nicholas, standing at the restroom door, didn't see Winona pushing Matthew's hand away. He only saw her leaning into Matthew's arms as they walked away.
He squinted his narrow eyes, watching them leave in what seemed to be an intimate manner.
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