Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 76: The Temptation of Money
Wren Sutton averted her gaze, tilting her head back to take a sip of water.
Regardless of whether that man was Adrian Lancaster or not, she didn’t want to stay here any longer.
"Isla, let’s go."
Isla Griffith hadn’t had her fill yet. She stared intently in that direction, looking like a total fangirl.
She had a soft spot for men who could play golf, thinking they possessed a perfect blend of power and grace. She found them incredibly handsome and cool.
"Just a little longer. Just one more look."
Wren Sutton was torn between laughter and tears at her friend’s obsessed expression.
"The person who just swung the club... I think it was Adrian Lancaster."
Isla Griffith’s expression changed in an instant. Her enthusiasm was doused with cold water.
"What? It was that bastard Adrian Lancaster!"
Wren Sutton lowered her voice. "I’m not entirely sure. I just thought it looked like him."
"I didn’t recognize him at all, but since you think it looks like him, then it’s him nine times out of ten."
The rose-tinted glasses shattered completely. Isla Griffith felt ashamed of her silly, fangirl-like obsession from just a moment ago.
"Just now... you don’t mind, do you? I swear, I was just admiring someone who can play golf. I didn’t mean anything else by it."
Of course, Wren Sutton didn’t mind. She knew Isla Griffith’s character. She feigned annoyance, "I know. And you’re making a point to explain it. You’re too much."
Isla Griffith had to make it clear. She couldn’t let a scumbag affect the relationship with her best friend.
"Even though you and Adrian Lancaster are about to get a divorce, he was still your man, and women can be possessive too."
Wren Sutton just smiled nonchalantly and shook her head in denial. "I don’t feel any possessiveness toward Adrian Lancaster."
The more she pretended to be relaxed, the more Isla’s heart ached for her.
’How could she completely lose all feelings for a man she’d loved for so many years in just a few days?’
Isla Griffith knew Wren Sutton was just being stubborn, so she stepped forward and hugged her comfortingly.
"Because that scumbag isn’t worthy. Let’s go, no more watching. There are plenty of other handsome men who can play golf."
Wren Sutton nodded.
The caddie finished packing up their things and brought the golf cart over. Just as the two of them sat down, the Hummer golf cart from a short distance away sped toward them.
It honked, signaling for their cart to get out of the way.
The driver quickly turned the steering wheel, making a turn to clear the main path.
The Hummer golf cart exuded dominance and style.
As it passed by, Wren Sutton looked up and her gaze met a pair of familiar, jet-black eyes.
It really was Adrian Lancaster!
He was staring at her intently, his expression deep and focused. The corner of his mouth seemed to curve into a barely perceptible smirk.
"..."
Seeing Adrian Lancaster, Isla Griffith rolled her eyes hard. She inwardly cursed herself for being so blind just now, practically turning into his fangirl. ’I really want to slap myself.’
The cart drove past. Wren Sutton retracted her gaze, her emotions remaining relatively calm.
’So what if we ran into him? It’s not like I own the golf club.’
"Let’s go. Back to the clubhouse," she reminded the driver.
The words had barely left her mouth when a caddie came running over, afraid she wouldn’t make it in time.
"Miss Sutton, please wait a moment."
Wren Sutton looked at her quizzically. "What is it?"
The caddie spoke respectfully, "President Lancaster invites you to go over and play a round with him. Ms. Griffith is also welcome if she’s interested."
Isla Griffith wasn’t interested. She let out a cold snort, making it clear she wouldn’t go.
Wren Sutton didn’t want to go either.
The caddie looked troubled and pleaded, "Miss Sutton, President Lancaster gave the order. If you don’t go, I won’t be able to report back to him."
"Sorry, I can’t help you."
The caddie was on the verge of tears, her eyes turning red. She grabbed onto the golf cart helplessly.
"Miss Sutton, this job is very important to me. I can’t lose it. I’m begging you, please help me. Otherwise, I’ll really be fired."
Wren Sutton looked at the caddie’s earnest and inexperienced face, the kind one sees on a fresh college graduate new to the workforce.
She remembered her own first job after graduation. She had been fired by her boss because of a malicious and slanderous complaint from a client.
The workplace is the most impersonal of places. Leaders only look at results, not the process.
With Adrian Lancaster’s power in Aston, the owner of the golf club really might fire this caddie just because Adrian was displeased.
Wren Sutton’s heart suddenly softened. She turned to look at Isla Griffith.
Isla Griffith also felt some sympathy for the caddie and couldn’t bear to see her lose her job.
’It’s not easy to find a job these days.’
"Maybe..."
Just as Isla Griffith started to speak, Adrian Lancaster walked over.
Even in sportswear, his every move commanded the attention of the entire area, his presence powerful.
"President Lancaster..." the caddie said, her heart trembling with fear.
Adrian Lancaster raised a hand, gesturing for her to leave. "You’re not needed here anymore. Go."
The caddie looked immensely relieved. She said a grateful "thank you" and turned to get back to her duties.
Seeing that the caddie was no longer at risk of being fired, both Wren Sutton and Isla Griffith relaxed.
"It’s still early. Come play a few more strokes with me," Adrian Lancaster said, personally inviting Wren Sutton.
Wren Sutton wasn’t interested. She remained seated in the golf cart, not getting out.
"We just finished a par-four hole. We’re about to head back now."
This was a clear rejection.
Adrian Lancaster hadn’t expected Wren Sutton to be so blunt. He felt like he was losing face, but he managed to hold back his anger.
"I won’t make you do it for free. Name your price."
"..."
"As long as you name it, no matter the amount, I’ll agree." Adrian Lancaster leaned down and whispered into Wren Sutton’s ear, his posture intimate.
"This is a surefire deal. An opportunity you don’t want to miss."
Wren Sutton was a little tempted. "If I agree, you’ll just think I’m a money-grubber."
Adrian Lancaster gave a half-smile, his eyes unreadable. "Who isn’t a money-grubber? Only a fool would turn down easy money."
’He had a point.’
Faced with such a blatant temptation of money, Wren Sutton wavered.
’You can have a problem with anyone, but you should never have a problem with money.’
Just as she was hesitating, Isla Griffith secretly shot her a look, signaling for her to stay. ’Might as well take the money.’
In the end, for the sake of the money, Wren Sutton accepted Adrian Lancaster’s invitation and willingly got out of the golf cart.
"Let’s go."
Adrian Lancaster’s feelings were complicated, but his face remained impassive.
"I’ll introduce you to a friend."
Wren Sutton stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and they walked over together.
Isla Griffith tactfully stayed behind, sitting comfortably in the cart and enjoying the breeze.
The man playing golf with Adrian Lancaster was named Jason.
He was of mixed heritage, with the deep-set features of a Westerner and the inherent reservedness of an Easterner.
Tall and well-built, he was also very handsome, with the air of an elite. He seemed to be around the same age as Adrian Lancaster.
It was Jason’s first time meeting Wren Sutton. He gave her a gentlemanly smile. "Hello."
Wren Sutton replied politely, "Hello, Mr. Joyce."
A flash of astonishment crossed Jason’s eyes. His look of admiration was frank and open.
He quickly averted his gaze and looked teasingly at Adrian Lancaster, joking, "So, President Lancaster finally managed to coax his girlfriend over."
For once, Adrian Lancaster looked good-tempered. "She’s not my girlfriend."
Jason was curious. "Then who is this beautiful lady?"
Adrian Lancaster pulled Wren Sutton into his arms, interlaced their fingers, and declared his sovereignty.
"My wife, Wren Sutton."
