Caged By My Devil Uncle novel Chapter 62

Wendy's pov

I thought I had made it so obvious that she should know what it meant, but this girl is easier than I thought. "Little idiot, do you think you are here to play today? Just now I asked you if you could play golf, not how well you actually play. You just need to have some common sense and talk to him. You, learn well."

Chris nodded. "Good nurse Wendy, don't I need to change my uniform?"

"Of course you do not. Why else would I have picked out clothes for you yesterday? Wait here and I'll make some inquiries."

"Hmm."

Chris's point of view

I am sitting there bored and playing with my cell phone when a message comes in, "Girl, where are you?"

"Master, I am at the golf course. I don't have time to play with you right now. If you are lonely, go play. Oh, I am starving. I was pulled out of bed early in the morning."

Kenneth's perspective

Every time I see her response, I find myself in an awkward position. It seems that my image in her heart has become a lazy otaku with nothing to do and only playing games.

I called Cliff aside and said, "Tell them my position."

"Yes, sir."

I don't know how the little woman will look when she sees that I am the president of the King Group. Should she be surprised?

Just as I was thinking about it, a gray-haired man in a ball suit approached me.

"Mr. Kenneth, it's not easy to meet you."

"Mr. Todd . I hear you are good at playing golf. Let us play together."

"Well, that's great."

Even though this Todd guy is much older than me, he's good at flattering people.

I was about to pick up the bat when I remembered that the little girl said she was hungry, "Mr. Todd, just give me a minute while I go to the bathroom."

"Here you go, Mr. Kenneth."

I take care of her breakfast myself. Chris is indeed a gourmet. I can not make her hungry.

Chris's point of view

Wendy received a message from Kenneth and rushed to tell me, "Chris, I got it. The president is now at Stadium 1, so we will be right there."

"All right."

Wendy took me very quickly and told me from time to time, "Chris, remember what I taught you, look for opportunities to meet him first, do not mention cooperation, and you better get his contact information, you understand?"

"Well, I understand, but Sister Wendy, I don't know what he looks like or what his last name is. How am I supposed to know who the president is?"

"I have already made inquiries. He is already on the No. 1 golf course, the area VIP, which no one is allowed to enter. He is very good at golf. If you see someone playing golf in a good posture, it's him. Okay, go in."

My heart beat faster. "Sister Wendy, you are not leaving, are you?"

"I come out a lot, and it's inevitable that I'll be recognized. I will not come in, don't be nervous, come on, you'll be fine."

Wendy handed me a glass of orange juice. "Do it the way I taught you and you won't fail."

"Well, I can."

I took the orange juice, took a deep breath, and entered the venue with a heroic attitude.

From a distance, I saw a man in a ball suit, with gray hair and a golf club in his hand.

His posture is very professional, and as I look around, there seems to be no other person more like the president.

I walked a little further and saw the watch on his wrist that was worth more than a million dollars. He must be the one I was looking for.

But he plays ball, how can he make an encounter?

I noticed his looks change, some of them resembling those of Dunn who had interviewed me earlier, and quickly took a step back. "The... President, let me get you a" "towel."

"A""towel, is not there one here?" He approached me step by step.

I instinctively sensed danger. "President, I don't understand what you said."

The old man looked at me with a "suggestive" face, "Are not you wearing a skirt? Just wipe it off with your skirt."

My face changed greatly. "President, please show respect."

"Little girl, what are you pretending to be pure, wearing so little in the square, and deliberately dropping yourself in front of me. Go ahead, what do you want to bring me closer, bag or money? I will give it to you as long as you want it, but only if you make me happy."

He lunged at me. Caddies were standing all around. I wanted to ask them for help, but at that moment the caddies silently turned around as if they had not seen this scene.

I had only recently freed myself from Dunn's clutches, but I did not expect to encounter another evil so soon.

I did not even think, and I ran. I did not expect this satyr to laugh any more gleefully. "Woman, play hard to get with me. Good, you want to play with me."

I used to be a sprint champion, and I wore sneakers. Right now, I am wearing high-top clothes on my feet, and I am still on the golf course. The course limits my speed.

I fell to the ground again when I panicked. I must have missed breakfast today. I was so hungry that my legs lost strength. My knees were scraped up on the ground. Right now, I can not think that much. I just want to leave quickly. "Mr. President, I really did not mean it. You let me go."

"Oh, my poor thing, it does not matter that I did not mean it. What matters is that I like you now. Come and let my uncle kiss you."

"No, you can be my grandfather!" I still insulted him.

Of course, the satyr's face changed a lot. "Little girl, are you afraid that I can not satisfy you?"

"Help!!!" I hurriedly asked the people around me for help, and there were several caddies present.

As long as they can help, I can be saved. But these people turned a deaf ear, as if they had heard nothing.

I struggled to get up, and the old man came at me viciously.