Chapter 4: Miss Wright, Focus!

Hunter Hawke was pretending, while Zane York tactfully played along.

"Willow Wright is Bianca's college classmate, a talented woman and piano teacher," he explained.

Hunter chuckled lightly. "So you're Miss Wright!"

His expression was ambiguous, seemingly gentlemanly as he extended his hand.

Around them, the privileged men revealed knowing expressions, all recognizing that this beautiful lady had come specifically for Hunter.

Someone teased, "Attorney Hawke is quite fortunate."

Willow felt somewhat shy, but remembering her mission, she pretended to be confident and reached out to Hunter.

Hunter didn't refuse, directly clasping Willow's hand, his lips curving into an attractive smile. "Miss Wright, care for a round?"

With that, he walked toward the golf course, leaving her no room to refuse.

Willow had no choice but to follow.

Behind them, Grant Caldwell watched them, clutching his golf club, his face darkening.

Hunter was in a good mood, so he wasn't annoyed when Willow said she didn't know how to play.

"I'll teach you!"

Once he said this, the others understood his intention, and their gazes became even more suggestive.

Willow wasn't stupid. Hunter's friendliness toward her only meant one thing—

He disliked Grant Caldwell!

Willow stood in front of Hunter, allowing him to embrace her from behind. She was wearing athletic shorts, exposing a good length of fair legs pressed against him. She could even feel the heat radiating from his body.

Willow's face flushed uncomfortably.

"Miss Wright, focus!" Hunter whispered against her ear, sounding much like lovers' sweet nothings.

Willow froze.

Hunter had already taken her hand, swinging the club.

Applause erupted around them, their flattery excessively fawning.

"Attorney Hawke and Miss Wright work so well together."

"It's Attorney Hawke's excellent guidance!"

"One more swing, Attorney Hawke, and it'll be in the hole."

...

The men were accustomed to such talk and saw nothing wrong with it.

Willow's cheeks were tinged with a faint blush.

Hunter pressed against her tender earlobe and chuckled softly, "Miss Wright, shall we take another swing?"

His technique was excellent, and indeed the ball went straight into the hole.

Willow felt her heart flutter.

Today, despite her intentional attempt to seduce him, she was actually being taken care of by him.

She had a feeling that if Hunter Hawke wanted to flirt, 95% of women would be defenseless against him. It was only because of his status that he rarely lowered himself to such behavior.

Willow remained in his embrace as they sank several more balls.

During the break, Willow sat beside Hunter. He didn't speak much to her, mostly discussing business matters with others.

Willow was quite accommodating.

Bringing drinks, fetching towels... Hunter accepted everything naturally.

Bianca thought there might be something there.

She pulled Willow into the restroom to whisper, "I never would have guessed Attorney Hawke was so secretly passionate. From his behavior today, he must be interested in you! But be careful, Attorney Hawke, he..."

Bianca feared Willow might fall in love with Hunter and get hurt, because given Hunter's status, it was unlikely he would marry Willow, not to mention Grant Caldwell standing between them.

Willow read Bianca’s thoughts clearly. She said softly, "At most it would be physical; I'm not that naive."

Bianca was relieved.

As the two were about to leave, Grant Caldwell pushed open the door. Upon entering, he immediately pushed Willow against the wall, his expression grim.

Bianca panicked, reaching out to pull him back. "Grant, what are you doing?"

Grant blocked her with one hand, pushing Bianca out.

The door was locked from the inside.

Outside, Bianca pounded on the door, cursing in a hushed voice, "Grant Caldwell, you bastard! What kind of man bullies women!"

Such petty concerns meant nothing to Grant.

If he weren't ruthless, how could he have climbed to his current position?