Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Devon practically glued to Chloe's side, which made Connor's brow furrow in annoyance. He stepped in to break up the scene.

Leaning casually on his golf club, Devon chuckled, "Mr. Connor, it looks like we've met our match today. Ms. Chloe here has skills that put us all to shame. Honestly, only you might stand a chance against her."

Someone in the crowd chimed in, "Why don't Mr. Connor and Ms. Chloe have a go at it?"

That's exactly what Chloe had been waiting for. She grinned at Connor. "Mr. Connor, care to challenge me to a round?"

Chloe was quite the sight today, looking strikingly different from her usual self.

Dressed in casual sportswear, her tall and flawless figure was on full display. Her makeup was subtle, giving her that effortlessly polished look. With her hair tied up in a high ponytail, her glowing fair skin and delicate features made her seem almost youthful and innocent.

The young men around could hardly take their eyes off her.

Before Connor could respond, Chloe added playfully, “Mr. Connor, you’re not scared, are you?”

"You clearly don't know our Mr. Connor well enough. He's ranked second among the Eldridge Elites, and no one dares to claim the top spot," someone from the crowd remarked.

Chloe smirked, "Well, the social dynamics of the Eldridge Elites don’t hold much sway here in Riverbrook."

Her implication was clear: Connor’s top ranking was more about others avoiding beating him than his actual prowess.

The crowd exchanged glances, silently admiring Chloe’s boldness.

Connor responded coolly, "How do you want to play?"

Chloe pointed to the open course ahead. "Let's tackle this par-4 hole."

Someone in the crowd noted, "Ms. Chloe just scored a birdie on that hole, finishing in three strokes."

Connor, unfazed, instructed his caddy, "Bring me my club."

Chloe continued, "Since it's a competition, we should have a wager."

"What do you have in mind?" Connor asked.

Without missing a beat, Chloe replied, "If I win, how about you give me your first exclusive interview, Mr. Connor?"

The crowd quickly caught on.

Chloe had come with a clear purpose: to get to Mr. Connor.

Her challenge was a calculated move.

However, it seemed she might have underestimated her opponent.

Indeed, Chloe’s skill was impressive. Finishing a par-4 in three strokes was beyond what many professionals could achieve. The praise she received wasn’t just empty flattery.

Still, it was clear she didn’t fully grasp Connor’s true capabilities.

The onlookers watched with eager anticipation. Even Linda had come over to see the showdown.

"Beat me first, then we’ll talk," Connor said.

With everything set, Chloe spoke, "Mr. Connor, you go first."

Connor didn’t hesitate. He stepped up to the tee and swung his club in a graceful arc.

Excited cheers erupted from the sidelines as Connor’s ball landed neatly on the green with his first stroke.

The crowd followed Connor onto the green, where he switched to a putter and smoothly sank the ball into the hole.

Applause erupted, "An incredible eagle! A par-four hole in just two strokes! Mr. Connor never losts it."

Then, sympathetic looks turned towards Chloe.

"Ms. Chloe, maybe you should reconsider. Mr. Connor was trained by the national golf champion." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Mr. Connor might just be an amateur, but if he went pro, he'd be a legend."

"Losing to Mr. Connor isn’t anything to be ashamed of."

Chloe, unfazed, walked to the red tee with her club. "I haven't taken my shot yet. Let's not assume the outcome."