"I won't repeat what I just said a second time."
Ji Chicheng furrowed his brows, his aura of authority silencing the young assistant from speaking further.
...
In Country Y, a mansion akin to a castle stood impressively under the blue sky and white clouds, where a handsome middle-aged man in an all-white golf outfit held a golf club in his hand, skillfully swinging and sending the ball accurately into the hole.
The group standing behind him watching burst into applause.
"Playing golf with Mr. Charles is simply asking for punishment,"
Several men of about the same age praised him while walking towards Charles.
Charles handed his club to a caddie beside him and draped a towel around his neck, his deep blue eyes briefly sweeping over the faces of the approaching men.
He paid them no mind, embodying an aura of arrogant solitude.
Yet, the men continued eagerly flattering, "Mr. Charles, this is my daughter, Marisa."
