Twisted Fates: A Game of Love and Retribution

"Rachel, your golf skills aren't at their best today."

As they reached the 17th hole, Kingsly Scott led Rachel Foster by eight strokes, and he turned to look at her.

Rachel was momentarily stunned, her eyes wide as she looked at Kingsly.

Kingsly immediately realized something, apologizing, "Sorry for calling you that without your consent."

"It's not that, Kingsly, I don't mind you calling me that." She was dazed for a second because when he called her just now, his magnetic voice and gentle tone were precisely like in the past, making her feel as if she had been transported back in time.

Kingsly smiled slightly. "You're not performing well today."

How could she possibly play well in front of him?

She gave a shy smile. My golfing skills aren't that good to begin with.

"There's one more stroke."

"No more; you're already eight strokes ahead of me," Rachel muttered softly.

Her conceding attitude was like a child's, head down, lips slightly pouting, very adorable.

Kingsly laughed louder, handing his club to the caddy and moving his long legs to stand before her.

She felt the light in front of her blocked by his tall figure, and when she looked up, her eyes unintentionally met his lowered gaze.

Looking up at him, her breath caught for a second, and her mind went blank.

He asked again, "Are you afraid of me?"

She shook her head dumbly.

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on her flushed cheeks.

Unable to decipher his expression, she quickly brought up a topic. "Um... why are just the two of us at the club today?"

Only now did she notice the golf course was tranquil, seemingly occupied only by them.

"Because I booked the whole place."

"Huh?" Why would he book the entire place?

Before she could process it, he had already started walking away with long strides. "Come on, I'll take you home."

Kingsly insisted on driving Rachel back.

Since Helen had left early, the Bentley was occupied only by Kingsly and Rachel on the way back.

In the quiet car, he was the first to break the silence. "Do you think that in life, money or feelings are more important?" His usual cool gaze was inscrutable.

Rachel thought it was just a casual question, so she answered casually. "Feelings, of course."

Kingsly raised an eyebrow. "You don't care much about money?"

"Of course not. While money isn't everything, it's impossible to live without it."

He watched her through the mirror. "So, your desire for money is still strong, even though your boyfriend is the head of a company."

Rachel thought for a moment. "My desire for money has never stopped." The days of hardship without money still left her with lingering fear.

Kingsly's lips curved slightly. "If I could give you more money than you have now, just for doing one thing—nothing illegal—would you do it?"

"I would."

Perhaps her answer pleased him, as his interest seemed piqued. He slowly turned to her, "Oh?" His dark eyes fixed on her fair face. "What if I asked you to be my woman?"