Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 37

Connor noticed Chloe pull out that card, and his thoughts began to swirl. How did Chloe get her hands on that card? Neither the Meadows family nor the Moncada family would ever qualify for such a card.

The Royal Golf Course sprawled expansively, nestled between mountains and a serene lake, offering breathtaking views. While the people around Connor were already gripping their clubs, eager to start, Connor chose to sit down at the pavilion. A waiter brought him a sandwich and a plate of fine dessert. He was used to having his breakfast here.

Standing a bit away, Linda observed Connor, who seemed to be like a god of another world. Dressed in casual black attire, he looked strikingly handsome, his well-defined hands casually picking up the sandwich. Even the way he ate was elegant, exuding a kind of lazy grace. He had a demeanor similar to Chloe's—an effortless confidence born from a life of privilege.

Linda approached. “Mr. Connor, may I sit here?”

Connor looked up to see a young girl standing by the chair next to him.

“This is a public lounge area, Mrs. Moncada. Make yourself comfortable,” he replied, his voice neutral and polite yet with a hint of detachment and aloofness.

I actually

“Mrs. Moncada,

TV Station. We would like to arrange an exclusive interview with you about

a

even look up, replying indifferently,

your two sisters currently hold significant positions in the company and are at odds with you. What you need most right now is a chance to prove yourself to your

to give Linda a cool

TV Station is the most authoritative traditional media outlet locally. We are willing to cooperate with you, Mr. Connor. Whenever you

silent, seemingly

playing golf. Linda's gaze followed the commotion, and she saw Chloe, surrounded by a group of aristocratic young men, swinging her golf club. She stood tall, her swing elegant and precise, captivating the onlookers. The eyes of the surrounding young men were practically