Chapter 18: The Golf Training (2)
The limo reached Whilestone Street, getting Jaxon along without notice, forcing him to just put on some random suits Kieran got him last time. But as Kieran himself expected, Zyn didn't even open her door, not to talk of going to some golf stadium. Thus, he didn't try any longer before asking the cars to move on. To the Greenfield Stadium.
The place where they would have the golf training.
Soon, they reached, and one after the other, the cars parked inside the parking lots where other rides had been, sleeping. Including one red McLaren.
As a set of ladies in blue jerseys and short skirts accompanied them through the door, Amanda reported to Kieran.
"I have spoken with those guys. Twenty in number, and will stall around the stadium without getting noticed."
Kieran nodded, whispering back, "Better than staying off guard."
Jaxon shot him a sideways glance, but chose to be silent. The personal assistant said those guys, didn't she? Of course, Jaxon knew who they were talking about.
Reaching the main field of the stadium, Mr. Alan Martinez welcomed Kieran with a warm handshake. But it caught him by surprise to see someone else offering another one – the man he had sent out from the empire.
Kieran raised his brows and shook hands with him anyway. "Didn't know you'd be here as well, Mr. Stamps."
Mr. Stamps stepped back after releasing the handshake, holding tightly onto his golf club. He smiled. "What else to say? I am exiled from the empire but still get to come play golf here. Hope I can continue to come... Mr. Martinez?"
Alan looked at him for a split second, cleared his throat, and looked back at Kieran. Kieran himself forced a smile, though it was awkward being there when someone was just ignored. Even Amanda lowered her gaze from anywhere near Mr. Stamps.