Fit For Your Love (Olivia and Everett)

Chapter 215

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The man in the car watched as the two walked into the hotel, then took his cell phone and dialed a number.

L City.

Golf course.

Everett, who was holding a golf club, watched the ball entering the hole.

The person next to him clapped hands, “Well done, Mr.Weston.”

Then a phone rang, Everett said to the person next to him, “Mr.Martinez, excuse me, I’ll take the call”

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“Okay.”

Everett turned around and went in, handed the golf club to the administrator, and touched the answering button on the phone.

“Hello.”

“Mr.Weston, Mr.Smith now stays at the hotel where Miss Hadley is in”

There was no sound on the phone.The driver became nervous as he listened to the silence on his phone.

It was said that accompanying a boss was like accompanying a tiger.

The driver thought that anyone who followed Mr.Weston would have this feeling.

“When?”

But Mr.Martinez couldn’t tell exactly what was wrong.

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Mr.Martinez looked at Everett, whose face and expression were the same as before, without any change.

But his eyes narrowed slightly.

It seemed that the sun was too bright.

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For some reason, the way Everett stared at things in the distance was like an eagle watched its prey, making people somehow nervous.

Mr.Martinez couldn’t help holding the club in his hand tighter and asked with a smile, “How far is Mr.Weston going to swing with this go?”

“In your opinion, Mr.Martinez, how far can I swing with this go?”

Mr.Martinez was instantly dumb.

What should he say? The furthest distance in the world record was 270 meters.

If Mr.Martinez replied with a figure that was too large for Everett to cover, wouldn’t it offend Everett? If Mr.Martinez answered a number that was so easy to cover, would it obviously be despising Everett?

“Hehe, no matter how far Mr.Weston’s shot goes, it’s still farther than mine.’

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