Chapter 1579 - 1580: Finley Sutherland’s Brows Frosted with Chill

As the two were talking, Finley had already stepped forward, approaching Iris and Derek, standing coldly in front of them.

"Finley—why are you here?" Iris exclaimed in surprise.

Finley remained silent, the look in his eyes filled with smoke and provocation as he stared at Derek, his voice even colder: "Let’s have a match, the two of us."

A single sentence, cold, with an icy tone.

Derek looked at Finley, whose stature appeared especially remarkable under the warm sun, and replied faintly, "Sure."

Iris had seen Finley play tennis before, and instinctively looked towards him, her voice somewhat deep: "Finley, against Brother Derek..."

It’s not certain you’ll win.

Iris had seen both of their skills, but since Derek was much taller, Iris hesitated while looking at Finley, wanting to offer a reminder.

However, her words didn’t sit well with Finley.

Finley originally wanted to challenge Derek solo, and hearing Iris’s hesitated words that didn’t come out, he thought she was speaking on Derek’s behalf, feeling even more annoyed.

"The result isn’t certain yet, Iris,"

It’s not certain that he’d lose to this "Brother Derek" she mentioned!

Finley’s voice was chilly, and Iris’s intended reminder vanished silently in her throat.

The match was set.

Ryan pulled Iris to stand by and watch, the mischievous excitement in his eyes coming alive, cheering on the two soon-to-compete.

"Come on, Finley, fight! Don’t lose face, you must win! Iris and I are watching you!"

Finley’s gaze shifted to Iris next to Ryan, carrying a silent attention.

Iris pursed her lips, "Finley, it’s a friendly match."

No need to take it too seriously.

She actually wanted to kindly say ’Finley, the outcome isn’t important.’ But on second thought, fearing that Finley, always so aloof, couldn’t handle it, afraid he might misunderstand as being looked down upon, she instinctively swallowed back her words.

The match began, with Derek serving first, an unreserved perfect shot sent over!

Finley was undaunted, swinging his racket to counter back!

Their match was intense!

Ryan watched the two battling wholeheartedly, officiating on the side.

"Finley, you’re falling behind! Come on!"

Ryan was anxious for Finley, given the bond of growing up together, naturally favoring Finley.

"Brother Derek, take it easy..." Iris looked at Finley’s cold expression and turned to Derek.

"Continue!"

Finley’s two cold words interrupted Iris.

This match, he would give it his all!

Derek gave Iris a faint smile, then turned to face the hostile Finley, sending another ball without hesitation.

And Finley watched their exchange, his brows tinged with a frosty air, counterattacking fiercely to score!

The competition became more intense, the two evenly matched, and after half an hour of stalemate, the score was tied, drawing the attention of Jorge, Lydia, Dawn, and Daisy who were watching from above toward the sports field.

"Beautiful!" Dawn praised Derek’s perfect return.

Lydia couldn’t help but smile as she watched her confident and radiant son.

"Seems Finley has met a worthy adversary." Daisy commented with a smile at Finley.

It was clear that the boy playing with Finley had considerable skill.

"Let’s guess who will win." Jorge raised his brows at Dawn with a mischievous smile.

Dawn chuckled as he looked at his son battling Derek on the sports field, "If it’s skill-wise, they might be evenly matched, but Finley..."