Chapter 48

"Why can't I come here if I'm a member?" Zoey shot Alexander a look that could kill, her eyebrow raised in pure disdain.

That look hit Alexander hard, bringing back the memory of being mistaken for a pervert and getting hauled off to jail just two days ago.

Clenching his fists, Alexander glared back at Zoey. "Can you even play golf? Didn't think you'd be the type to talk big."

Catherine, ever the hypocrite, looped her arm through Alexander's. "Alexander, maybe Zoey just wants to meet some rich folks. No need to call her out, she's still my sister."

Zoey smirked at Alexander. "How about a little competition? Let's see who can sink the ball first."

Alexander sneered. "Compete with me? Aren't you worried about making a fool of yourself?"

He had a right to be cocky; he had trophies to prove his skills and was practically a pro. That's why Arthur had invited him to play today.

Zoey walked right up to Arthur. "Dad, mind if I use your club?"

Before Arthur could say anything, Zoey grabbed his club. Arthur was fuming but couldn't lose his cool in front of the directors.

"Careful, it's custom-made and pricey," Arthur warned.

Zoey set up her shot, and with a graceful swing, sent the ball flying. It arced perfectly through the air and landed right in the hole.

Catherine's jaw dropped.

Did Zoey pick up golf while she was abroad? She looked like a pro.

Even Alexander, the supposed golf expert, was stunned, a flicker of admiration in his eyes.

Zoey was shining like a diamond, impossible to ignore.

The directors were equally shocked. Juan couldn't help but comment, "Zoey's just like her mother. Odette Chambers was a golf ace too."

Arthur's face darkened, as if dredging up bad memories. "Doesn't matter how good it looked, the ball might not have gone in."

He couldn't believe Zoey could actually play. He'd only ever taken Catherine to the golf course, never Zoey.

He sent the caddie to check.

The caddie ran over and shouted back, "Ms. Zoey Spencer got a hole-in-one!"

Zoey turned to Alexander with a calm smile. "Your turn."

Alexander's attitude shifted, no longer hostile.

He picked up the club but couldn't match her. Out of three rounds, he managed two decent shots, but Zoey nailed all three.

Especially the last one, the farthest shot. Zoey barely seemed to measure the distance, yet the ball went straight in.

"I lost. Did you get a pro coach while you were abroad?" Alexander finally admitted, his tone softening as he approached her.

Catherine watched with jealousy. Even though she didn't care much for Alexander anymore, she couldn't bear to let Zoey have him.

"Alexander, Zoey must've met some rich guy abroad who paid for her golf lessons," Catherine speculated before Zoey could say a word.

She flashed a fake smile at Zoey. "Zoey, when will you bring this guy home to meet the family? Or is he too old, like older-than-Dad old, and you're too embarrassed?"

As expected, Alexander's face twisted with disdain after hearing that.

Zoey smirked at Catherine. "Nice imagination. It'd be more believable if you had any proof."

Catherine chuckled. "You need to bring him here first; otherwise, how could I have any proof?"

"Daring to talk without evidence, you think I won't sue you for slander just because you're my sister?" Zoey shot back.

Seeing Zoey's serious face, Catherine felt a pang of unease and fear.

Arthur jumped in, scolding Zoey, "What are you doing? Catherine is your sister."

Zoey replied coldly, "If she really saw me as her sister, she wouldn't say such things."

She pulled out her phone and called Manuel.

"Miss Spencer, what can I do for you?" Manuel answered.

Zoey didn't waste time. "Mr. Owens, draft a lawyer's letter. I want to sue Catherine for slandering me about finding an old man for money. This is serious defamation. Unless she pays a million dollars, I'll keep suing her."

She added, "Also, publish the letter online so people can see if the Spencer family's youngest daughter can just slander her sister like that."

Catherine's eyes widened, shocked that Zoey was serious.

Manuel was equally indignant. "She's asking for it! I'll draft a solid legal notice. And a million is too little; it should be two million to match my reputation as a top lawyer."

"Just write the letter first," Zoey said, hanging up.

"Zoey, do you still see me as your father? You want to sue your own sister and make it public? Aren't you afraid of losing face?" Arthur roared, but Zoey didn't flinch.

"If Catherine dared to slander me in front of the directors, then what's the need to care about losing face then?" Zoey retorted.

Alexander looked at Zoey seriously. "Zoey, I apologize on behalf of Catherine. Call the lawyer and cancel the lawsuit."

Zoey's eyes turned icy. "Are you ordering me?"

Zoey's face was devoid of any smile, her eyes so cold they could have been frostbitten, making anyone who locked gazes with her feel a chill run down their spine.

Alexander stiffened, unable to say another word.

Arthur saw Zoey was serious, his face darkening. "What do you want to drop the lawsuit against Catherine?"

Zoey looked at Arthur, her lips curling into a cold smile. "Dad, didn't I make it clear when I called Mr. Owens?"