Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 99: Let’s play

Eira’s lips twitched in frustration as she stared at the polished plaque on the door that shows the name—Brandon Kael.

Right beside it, across the narrow hallway, another door had a familiar crest delicately embossed in gold: the room of Florence Bleaufort herself.

"Why the hell is the room you arranged for him is beside your room?"

"As his girlfriend, his room should be beside mine or he’ll just have to stay in my bedroom."

Florence just shrugged casually "Well, darling, I just thought it would be practical to keep my son-in-law close."

She smiled sweetly and opened the door "Now stop fretting and come inside. Brandon, dear—this way."

She reached out and grabbed Brandon’s arm before pulling him into the room.

Looking at the big room, Brandon smiled "Wow, looks great."

The room was vast, warmly lit by a chandelier. Ocean-blue drapes framed the wide windows, beyond which the sea glittered under the fading sun.

Cream-white and navy blue silk bedding stretched across a king-sized bed with soft velvet cushions.

Florence just smiled, seeing his pleased expression "Oh, its nothing."

Then she led him toward one of the tall, lacquered wardrobes built into the far wall.

With a dramatic flourish, she opened the doors.

Inside the wardrobe, it is filled with lots of clothes.

Brandon blinked "Did you... order all of this today?"

Behind them, Eira finally walked in and stared at the wardrobe "I’m honestly surprised you managed to get all of this within a few hours. Were there vendors just parked in the estate basement?"

Florence chuckled lightly, "Oh, darling. You underestimate the power of my name and my wallet. A few calls, and voilà."

Eira shook her head helplessly and Brandon just smiled dryly as he liked getting spoiled like this.

Then as if remembering something, Florence spoke "oh yeah, after evening.. we can play."

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The sun had already begun its slow descent behind the horizon, casting the sky in soft amber and dusky rose as waves lapped gently against the shoreline.

Gilded torches flickered to life along the stone path leading down to the shore.

Eira sat under a wide parasol with her long legs stretched out across a chaise lounge.

A pair of oversized sunglasses shaded her eyes, and a chilled glass of passionfruit spritz was beside her.

She barely sipped it as she was too preoccupied scrolling through her phone with her thumb flicking through a stream of messages and curated articles.

Nearby, the sound of feathers slicing through the air was heard with the soft thwack of a shuttlecock connecting with a racket.

"Point for me again, dear!" Florence’s voice rang out.

She stood on the sand barefoot with her hair loosely tied into a trailing braid that swayed with every movement.

Her outfit was a playful yet elegant beach ensemble: a flowing white wrap and a halter-style swim top, highlighting the graceful lines of her body.

With a chuckle, she raised her racket for another serve.

They are playing badminton right now.

Across the sandy court stood Brandon, who was wearing a light beach shirt in pale blue and a pair of well-fitted shorts that revealed his toned calves.

His hair was tousled from the salty wind, and his cheeks were faintly flushed... not just from the exertion, but from laughing far too often.

"I wasn’t ready," he called back, shielding his eyes and smiling as the shuttlecock arced toward him again.

"You never are," Florence teased.

She served again with effortless grace and the shuttle slashed through the air instantly.

Brandon jumped forward and tried to hit it back to her court but failed miserably and missed the shuttle.

Eira didn’t even look up. She took a sip of her drink.

"Point again!" Florence cheered, twirling her racket with the satisfaction of a woman who knew she was winning.

Brandon groaned in playful frustration, bending to retrieve the shuttlecock "Are you sure you haven’t played professionally?"

"I dabbled," Florence replied airily, flipping her braid over her shoulder.

"Not surprising," Brandon muttered but then he smiled. "You’re pretty intimidating with a racket."

Florence laughed and walked closer, brushing sand from her leg. "You flatter me. But keep going—I play better when I’m adored."

From the chaise, Eira gave an exaggerated sigh. "He plays worse when he’s distracted," she murmured to herself.

Florence gestured for Brandon to serve this time.

He did and launched the shuttle into the air with surprising strength.

Florence’s eyes glittered, and she lunged, her bare feet kicking up a puff of sand as she met the birdie midair and sent it sailing back across the invisible line.

*phlack*

’Shit..’ Brandon cursed under his breath and darted forward, diving to hit back the shuttlecock.

He stumbled slightly, caught his balance, and managed to strike it... though it wobbled and fell to the side.

"Terrible," Eira muttered, taking another sip.

Florence laughed and placed her hands on her hips. "Don’t let her demoralize you, Brandon. She’s just bitter she isn’t playing."

Eira shook her head "I’m fine watching. I’m enjoying the show."

Brandon, panting slightly, looked over at her "Care to join, Eira? I could use backup against your mom. 2 vs 1."

Florence clutched her heart as if she was heartbroken "Traitor. You want to team up against me?"

Brandon raised his hands in mock surrender. "I mean, you’re beating me ten–nothing. I’m desperate."

Florence only smiled and tossed her hair. "And that desperation is adorable."

Eira groaned and slid down lower into her seat, pulling her sunglasses further over her eyes.

"Ugh. He is becoming a part of her theater troupe."

Brandon returned to his position on the sandy court and brushed the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.

A light breeze teased the hem of Brandon’s loose beach shirt as he flexed his fingers and prepared for the next serve.

"Come now, darling," Florence purred, "don’t hold back on me."

Brandon smiled, pushing his hair back, and then served.

The shuttlecock zipped across the short court, but Florence was quick.

She pivoted with an effortless grace, her bare feet kicking up sand as she returned it with a satisfying pop.

The rally resumed... clumsy, cheerful, and full of exaggerated dives, fumbled smacks, and bursts of laughter.

Brandon slipped more than once on the uneven sand, and Florence always rushed forward to help him up.

More than once, she "accidentally" bumped into him as they both ran toward a shot.

"Haa..." After a long rally, Brandon lost another point and took deep breaths. "Huff..."

Florence walked to him and brushed his hair "You look so charming when you’re breathless."

From her lounge chair just a few meters away, Eira slowly lifted her sunglasses.

Her lips parted slightly as she caught the way her mother leaned toward Brandon and how Brandon’s smile had that too-pleased lilt to it.

Florence, of course, noticed her daughter’s gaze.

With a perfectly innocent smile, she glanced over her shoulder, and gave a subtle smirk before returning to the game.

That one expression said everything... ’Yes, I see you watching. And yes, I’m doing this on purpose.’

The drink in Eira’s hand clinked sharply as she set it down just a little too hard on the table beside her.

She slowly stood from her chair, brushing her shawl behind her shoulders.

"Fine," she muttered under her breath as she kicked off her sandals.

"If no one’s going to stop this absurd bonding session, I guess I’ll have to do it myself."

Florence noticed Eira walking towards them and smiled "Oh good! Come join us, darling! It’s no fun beating just one of you."

Brandon smiled and gestured "Come here, Eira.."

Eira crackled her knuckles and took her racket "We are beating this bitch today, Brandon. Time to even the odds."

hearing this, Florence clapped her hands "That’s the enthusiasm."

The match started...

and they lost.

20-0

Sitting on the sand, Eira took deep breaths to catch her breath and looked at her mother, who was standing there casually "What the.. hell.. Haah.. Haah..."

Florence just shrugged casually "Skill issue."