Chapter 1: Entangled with a Powerful Man

The hotel suite was dimly lit.

Willow Wright stumbled into passionate kisses with a handsome stranger.

Her ex-boyfriend Grant Caldwell had announced his engagement earlier that night. She had gotten completely drunk at the bar, and under the influence of alcohol and male allure, Willow had followed this man here.

Since Grant could disregard their four years together after finding a wealthy heiress and kicking her to the curb, she might as well indulge herself too.

As things heated up...

Willow leaned against the man's shoulder, forgetting everything around her, and murmured like a kitten. "Grant Caldwell!"

All intimacy came to an abrupt halt.

With a soft click, the lights came on...

The bright light revealed the man's face clearly.

Hunter Hawke, the nation's premier lawyer, known as the "Death God" of the legal world.

He also owned countless assets, the quintessential urban elite.

Most crucially, he had another significant identity—he was the older brother of the woman her cheating ex was now engaged to.

Willow sobered up instantly.

She gently closed her eyes: How wonderful! She had nearly slept with her former rival's brother!

Hunter released the woman.

He leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and surveyed her for a long while with an amused expression. "How interesting... Miss Wright."

He tapped his cigarette ash, asking casually, "What were you thinking while kissing me? Hoping to sleep with me to get back at Grant Caldwell?"

Clearly, Hunter had recognized her too.

Willow couldn't pretend otherwise.

Hunter was too famous; claiming not to know him would be too hypocritical, even though she genuinely hadn't recognized him earlier due to intoxication.

She also knew she couldn't afford to offend someone of his stature, so she could only bow her head and apologize. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hawke. I had too much to drink."

Hunter didn't make things difficult for her. After finishing his cigarette, he straightened up and tossed her a coat. "Put this on. I'll take you home."

Willow didn't act coy and thanked him softly.

Hunter drove a Bentley Continental. Neither spoke during the journey.

Willow glanced at him occasionally.

Hunter's profile was perfect, his features distinct, and the shirt he wore was of indiscernible brand but clearly luxurious.

Willow guessed that a man like him wouldn't lack female attention.

When they arrived at her place, Hunter turned toward her, his gaze lingering briefly on her long, fair legs. Then he took a business card from the front compartment and handed it to Willow.

The implications of such encounters between men and women were easy to understand.

Willow hadn't expected that even after her identity was revealed, he would still want to be involved with her.

Though Hunter was undeniably charming, and an experience with him would surely be pleasant, the thought of his identity gave Willow a headache. After some hesitation, she declined: "Mr. Hawke, I think we should avoid further contact."

Hunter didn't seem particularly concerned.

Willow was indeed beautiful, but he wouldn't force anyone.

He put away his card and even gave a dignified nod, saying, "Someone like you is indeed suited to be a respectable housewife."

Willow felt somewhat embarrassed, but Hunter graciously got out to open the door for her, as if nothing had happened that night.

The gold Continental slowly drove away.

A night breeze blew past, making Willow shiver all over. Only then did she realize she had forgotten to return his coat.

She was debating whether to chase after him when her phone rang.

It was Aunt Rhea calling from home, her voice urgent and tearful. "Willow, come home quickly! Something terrible has happened!"

Willow hurriedly asked what was wrong, but Aunt Rhea couldn't explain clearly over the phone, only urging her to return quickly.