EuropeNovelChapter 1037: Darwin couldn't bring himself to say he was displeased. Forcing a smile, he said, "No, of course not. It's great, actually. A big group's more fun. We could even split into teams. I'm all for it." "Exactly," she said with a nod. "We're all friends here." Darwin smiled, but inside, he felt deflated. He'd been planning to finally confess his feelings to her, but with all these people around, he was unable to do that. Getting Brenna to cout with him hadn't been easy. Who knew when he'd get another chance? Aside from Darwin, it was everyone else's first tat this place. The newly opened tennis center boasted state- of-the-art facilities, matching the standards of pro-level tournaments.
Brenna was impressed the moment she walked through the doors. The lobby was lined with shelves of tennis rackets and balls, racks of sportswear for both men and women, and a full range of protective gear and shoes. Everything looked high-end.
The staff greeted them with enthusiasm and eagerly showcased the club's offerings. They highlighted their premium VIP membership, which cin at two million a year. It included unlimited court access, a full set of tennis gear, two complete outfits, and even laundry and maintenance services for the sportswear.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMembers also had access to internal competitions at no extra cost, along with the chance to meet and connect with other tennis enthusiasts.
The most tempting thing was the promotion: Sign up for a one-year membership and get an extra six months free. The staff made a strong pitch, clearly hoping Brenna would join.
But Brenna wasn't in a rush. She wanted to test the place out first. No sense in paying upfront if she didn't end up liking it.
She didn't think twice and treated the whole group to a game.
As they prepared to head to the courts, a staff member muttered just loud enough to be heard, "A gentleman earlier bought four memberships and walked away with a bunch of high-end gifts." Everyone ignored the remark; it sounded like a typical sales tactic.
They gathered their gear and followed the staff into the club. The courts were already buzzing with activity, most of them occupied by players mid-gor warming up.
On the way to the changing rooms, Brenna nearly walked straight into someone - a tall man in a gray tracksuit with a green racket in hand.
"Brenna!" the man exclaimed in surprise.
Brenna looked up and frowned. It was Ethan.
Feeling angry, she rolled her eyes and asked, "Didn't you say you were busy? Why are you here playing tennis?"
Ethan led her a few steps aside and pointed toward a middle-aged man who had just stepped out of the changing room. "A client asked to meet here, so I came. It wasn't planned."
"Ethan!" Gracie, now dressed in a outfit sleek purple spymatching racket in racket in hand, called out and approached. The outfit hugged her figure, making her look striking.
When she saw Brenna, her smile wavered, but it didn't take long for her to recover. She saw the perfect ancer.
19 chance to upset Brenna now. Ethan had turned down tennis with Brenna, yet here he was with her instead.
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