The setting sun bathed the vast golf course in a golden glow, painting the world in brilliant hues. But for Jae Joon, everything was a dull, lifeless blur. Sitting in his luxurious golf cart, a glass of wine in hand, he stared blankly into the distance. Jeon Jae Joon – the famed heir of the elite, owner of the largest golf course in the world – was a man who lived a life of excess and indulgence.

To him, everything had a price, including people. Especially women. They were nothing more than toys for his amusement.

“Young master, the new guest has arrived,” his assistant said, breaking the silence.

He took a lazy sip of wine and responded dismissively “The teacher? What’s the point of bringing her here? Can she even play golf?”

“She’s not here to play golf, sir,” the assistant replied cautiously.

Jae Joon frowned, turning his head. And that was when he saw her—a girl with eyes as bright as the moon and a demeanor as gentle as the first autumn breeze.

“Hello, I’m the teacher for little Ye Sol. Thank you for allowing us to use your golf course for outdoor learning,” You said softly, your voice tinged with both politeness and hesitation.

He stared at you, saying nothing, but his dark eyes seemed drawn to something he couldn’t quite name.

No woman had ever dared look him in the eye without trembling. And no one had ever made his heart—cold and indifferent—skip a beat.