At a golf course.


    Wearing casual outfits, Martha followed Jane to the appointed venue with Louis. She was surprised to receive his invitation.


    Martha thought the Doyle Group would have no chance to cooperate with Louis after the incident at the auction. Much to her surprise, the following day, Jane told her Louis had invited her to a golf course.


    Martha was shocked by the news as she didn’t expect Louis to invite her. However, to make the Doyle Group independent from the Harrison Group, she epted it.


    When the two women arrived at the reserved area, Louis stood up and pulled a chair for Martha in gentlemanly manners.


    “My Muse, thanks for epting my invitation.”


    “I’m sorry for what happenedst time, Louis. I’m here to apologize to you face-to-face.”


    Martha looked at him, feeling sorry.


    The auction was the first asion for Louis to establish his presence after arriving in this country. Unfortunately, the auctioned ne was broken by Stefan all because of her.


    Louis was embarrassed in public, but Martha couldn’t do anything else besides apologizing.


    Louis paused. Pretending to be surprised, he nced at the woman beside Martha.


    “Who is thisdy?”


    “She’s my assistant, Jane,” Martha made a brief introduction. Smiling, she looked at Louis in guilt.


    Jane responded, “Nice to meet you, Louis. I’m Jane.”


    “Nice to meet you, too, Jane.”


    Louis looked at Jane with a faint smile, his eyes intense.


    After the greetings, Martha stared at Louis sincerely and said solemnly, “Louis, I’llpensate all your loss. I hope you can forgive me for the incident at the auction.”


    “Ms. Doyle, are you serious?” Louis asked meaningfully with a faint smile.


    Martha nodded. “If it weren’t for me, Blue Ocean Ne wouldn’t have been broken. Of course, I must reap the consequences.”


    “The ne is costly. Ms. Doyle, I don’t think you can afford it now.”


    Louis’ smile became brighter. He stared at Martha in admiration.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    However, Martha didn’t react excitedly. In determination, she gazed at him and replied, “No matter what, I willpensate you, Louis.”


    “It was not your fault, Ms. Doyle,” Louis said indifferently.


    Martha chuckled calmly, “It happened because of me. I should be responsible.”


    Frowning, Louis drawled in a hoarse tone, “But that’s not the solution I expected.”


    His words confused Martha, who looked at him in silence.


    Since Louis invited her to the golf course, she could tell the incident at the auction had a limited impact on him.


    Now, he refused herpensation. She couldn’t help wondering why he had invited her today.


    Louis saw the confusion in her eyes.


    “We’re on a golf course, so we should y golf. If you win, I won’t hold you ountable for the incident at the auction.”


    Martha was slightly taken aback, looking at him in surprise. A whileter, she chuckled, “What if I lost?”


    “I won’t let you lose.” Louis smiled at her with a hint of affection that others couldn’t notice.


    Martha stiffened, frowning slightly. She could tell his words had a hidden message.


    Louis waved his hand at a golf course employee nearby, asking him to bring them the golf clubs.


    Soon, two golf clubs were delivered. Louis passed one to Martha.


    “Lady first.”


    Martha threw up her hands. “I might disappoint you, Louis.”


    “My bad. I should have let you see my golf skills first, My Muse,” Louis smiled at her, looking regretful.


    Martha offered him a smile and answered, “Gentleman first.”


    Louis nodded in agreement, walking to the golf ball with his golf club. Soon, he swung the club, and the ball fell into a pin perfectly.


    Martha pped, looking at him in admiration. “Louis, you are indeed professional. I’m not good at ying gulf, unfortunately.”


    While she spoke, she gracefully walked to the golf ball with her club. Targeting the pin in front, she was about to swing the club. Suddenly, Louis approached her and held her from the back.


    “Let me teach you.”


    His big hands covered hers, gently guiding her to swing the golf club.


    Martha froze and subconsciously wanted to push him away.


    Yet Louis didn’t take advantage of her. Instead, standing behind her, he guided her arms to hit the golf ball.


    Martha repressed her repulsion, her eyes glimmering in embarrassment.


    The next second, Louis whispered huskily in her ear, “Be concentrated.”