Edward Benson did not refuse, "Okay."
"Young Master Benson, please." The servant handed over the club.
Harry suddenly jumped out from Thomas Shannon's embrace, his chubby and round body bolting across the Lawn.
Thomas Shannon was taken aback, "Harry, come back!"
Charlie River stepped forward, "Young Master, I'll go bring Harry back."
"No need, I'll go."
Thomas Shannon tossed aside his phone, then leisurely stretched out his long legs, following behind Harry, "Harry, come back."
Harry ran a bit, then stopped to glance at Thomas Shannon, noticing Thomas Shannon hadn't caught up to him yet, he turned and ran again.
This repeated several times, increasing the distance.
After hitting three golf balls, Edward Benson put down the club and, rubbing his forehead with a bemused smile, "You mentioned honing skills, yet he runs off to chase the cat himself."
He tilted his head, looking at Linda, Linda's gaze fell on Thomas Shannon, seemingly lost in thought.
