Not until Thomas Shannon kindly handed the club to a nearby maid.
Only then did Sophie Sullivan breathe a sigh of relief.
She gripped a golf ball tightly, gritting her teeth, "Thomas Shannon, don't you dare touch me anymore!"
Gasping for breath, she returned to the lounge area and sat down in a chair, her body nearly collapsing onto the chair back.
Her hazy eyes flashed with fire as she glared at Thomas Shannon.
"What's up?"
Thomas Shannon held his mobile phone in one hand and used the other to remove some Grass fragments from her head.
She swatted his hand away and swiftly pounced on him while he was concentrating on a phone call.
She wrapped her arm around his neck, tightening her grip as if to vent her anger.
Seeing this, Charlie River was about to intervene and pull her away.
Thomas Shannon raised his hand, signaling him not to interfere.
William Guillen teased on the other end of the telephone, "Why are you panting? Did I interrupt something good?"
