His words carried a hint of provocation.

Mason smirked, gesturing for the caddy to place the ball. Then, with a slight tilt, he swung the club.

Watching the ball's landing spot, he walked in that direction, speaking leisurely, "Since when have you understood me so well? Yes, one has to keep a close eye on the wife at home to prevent unwanted attention. What do you think, Gregory?"

Gregory's expression was not pleasant. After a moment, he sneered.

"But sometimes, no matter how closely you watch, it still won't work. There's a saying. Love is like sand. The more you want to grasp it, the faster it slips away."

Under the sunset, the lush green grass stretched out. Mason, dressed in a white casual outfit, looked smart and energetic. He lowered his head and swung the golf club.

With two strokes, the ball was in the hole.

Mason showed no interest in playing further. Handing the club to the caddy, he took a towel to wipe his hands, smiling at Gregory.

"Gregory, I've never failed to