Golf course.
Harry Hunter was teaching Isabella Weaver how to hold the club and play golf, step by step.
Isabella was talented at painting and designing, but had no gift for playing golf.
Yet, she remained enthusiastic, as learning new things always invigorated her.
Gordon Chester, the head of Goldwin Corporation, was resting under the sunshade with his daughter Blake Chester.
However, the two had their eyes on different people.
Gordon watched Connor with admiration, while Blake was staring intently at Harry Hunter.
Under the bright sunlight, on a lush green lawn, the distinguished man shone like a prince. His every gesture carried the noble aura of an aristocratic family, as he embraced his wife from behind, holding her hand and patiently teaching her each move.
Gordon withdrew his gaze, unable to resist reminding his daughter, "I brought you out today not to see him, your potential match is that one."
He pointed at Connor.
Blake ca back to her senses and smiled, "Dad, what are you thinking? I don’t fancy Young Master Hunter, it’s just that he’s so outstanding, even more dazzling than celebrities. I was just looking a bit longer! Everyone appreciates beauty, right?"
"Really?"
"Of course! I’ve just beco good friends with Isabella, so I can’t ruin her relationship, right? Plus..."
Blake couldn’t help but glance at Harry Hunter again, "Plus, I figure no one could ruin it anyway. Young Master Hunter is true to the rumors, a bona fide wife-doting maniac. They have a great marital relationship, envied by others."
"You don’t like Connor?"
Blake finally placed her gaze on Connor.
"It’s not about whether I like him, Dad, you make the decision, I’ll follow you."
"That won’t do. You need to pick soone you like, after all, you’ll be spending a lifeti together."
"I like my second brother."
Gordon got angry, "He’s not suitable!"
Blake laughed, "That’s why I said you make the decision, just let know, and I’ll be present at the wedding."
Gordon could only wave her off, "Go play golf, I’ll go talk with Connor."
Blake donned a sunhat, picked up her club, and walked towards Isabella Weaver.
Harry Hunter concluded his teaching, letting Isabella play on her own, to find her rhythm.
Isabella swung the club, and Blake clapped nearby, "Not bad, Isabella, you’re improving quickly!"
Isabella’s face was a bit flushed from the sun, her smile bright, "I actually don’t have much athletic talent, credit for hitting like this goes to the great teaching!"
Teacher Hunter, with his thick skin, said, "Hmm, I might end up coaching a world champion."
He adjusted Isabella’s hat, ensuring her face was shaded, resisting the urge to kiss her, and led Connor and Grace to rest, leaving space for his young wife and her newly-made friend.
"Grace, did you arrange a eting between Young Madam and Natalie Niles?"
Grace’s scalp tingled, nervously replying, "I arranged it, Young Master."
"Where’s the eting?"
"Young Madam hasn’t decided yet."
Harry Hunter turned his head, looking at Connor, "Tell Natalie Niles not to et Isabella, if she dares to co, break her legs!"
"Yes, Young Master."
"Keep a close eye on her. If she runs away, break your legs too!"
This was truly unexpected ill luck!
Why should his legs be broken if Natalie runs away?
But Connor dared not argue, imdiately nodding, "Don’t worry, Young Master, I’ll keep watch on her tonight, she won’t be able to go anywhere."
Harry Hunter nodded, "Switch shifts with David, call him over, then you can leave."
Connor sent a ssage to David and walked out, only to be stopped by Gordon Chester a few steps in.
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