Anastasia smiled and didn't say anything there. She'd been fucked over at Pasilan and Mr. Potter on the golf course.

Camian stood like a beacon—tall and confident in his white golf attire, every movement radiating elegance and composure. Mr. Potter stood beside him with his practiced smile, clearly trying to impress. During their conversation, Cassian remained cool and composed, occasionally nodding but maintaining that air of detached professionalism.

Anastasia looked away, feeling a complex mix of emotions. Her marriage to Cassian had started as a mutually beneficial arrangement. He needed her to deal with family pressure, and she needed his protection and status. Maybe there had been some spite involved too at the beginning. But living together, experiencing Cassian’s gentleness, consideration, and respect had gradually made her question everything.

Mrs. Potter’s words, though, were like a bucket of cold water, reminding her of the harsh realities behind wealthy marriages.

“Mrs. Rhodes, are you okay?” Mrs. Potter asked softly, noticing her spacing out.

Anastasia snapped back to reality with a gentle smile. “Sorry, I was just lost in thought.”

Mrs. Potter gave her a knowing look. “Youth is wonderful—so many possibilities ahead. Not like me, already trapped in this marriage.”

Anastasia looked at her sympathetically. “It’s never too late to choose to live for yourself.”

Mrs. Potter smiled bitterly. “If only it were that simple. There are too many interests involved—children, family, reputation… Anyway, let’s not talk about depressing stuff. Looks like they’re finishing up. I hope they finalize the contract soon.”

“Yeah, though I honestly don’t understand much about business,” Anastasia said modestly.

A shrewd glint flashed in Mrs. Potter’s eyes. “Mr. Rhodes really cherishes you—he doesn’t want you worrying about these things.”

Anastasia smiled but didn’t respond. Just then, Cassian walked toward them, his gaze focused tenderly on Anastasia.

“You two done chatting?” he asked quietly.

Anastasia nodded. “Yeah, I was just about to come find you.”

Cassian nodded politely to Mrs. Potter. “Mrs. Potter, excuse us.”

Mrs. Potter quickly smiled. “Of course, Mr. Rhodes. You two go ahead.”

It looked like the negotiations were in their final stages. Cassian naturally took Anastasia’s hand and led her away for a walk. The scenery here was beautiful—a nice chance to relax.

“You tired?” Cassian asked softly, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand.

Anastasia shook her head. “I’m okay.”

Mrs. Potter watched them walk away, her expression immediately darkening. She turned to see Mr. Potter approaching, his eyes still fixed on Cassian and Anastasia’s retreating figures, looking thoughtful.

Mrs. Potter let out a dry laugh. “If you’re having any inappropriate thoughts, I’d suggest you kill them right now. Mr. and Mrs. Rhodes have a strong relationship. If Mr. Rhodes finds out you’re lusting after his wife, this deal is dead in the water.”

Mr. Potter snorted dismissively, irritation creeping into his voice. “I don’t need you telling me what to do. Just worry about your own role and stay out of my business.”

Mr. Potter was pissed because she’d hit too close to home. The truth was, with his wealth, he could have any woman he wanted. Even celebrities and dancers became his mistresses, throwing themselves at him hoping for investment and career boosts. But Mr. Potter had a sick personality—things that came too easily never satisfied him.