Earlier, Warren had told Hunter that thewyer he would be working with was their firm’s go-to champion for divorce cases. Naturally, Hunter had assumed she would be a middle-aged woman. He wasn’t expecting someone so young.


    “Of course,” Warren added, smiling, “Ms. Smith alsopleted her internship here. She’s been with the firm for almost five years now, and in that time, she’s hardly lost a case.


    “And she’s a few years older than you. From now on, make sure to show her some respect.”


    Then he turned to Liz, who was still frowning slightly, and said with a grin, “Ms. Smith, I’ll leave him in your hands.”


    Liz’s brows furrowed a little more. “Mr. Quinn, I didn’t realize his style and appearance were like this. If he’s not willing to change how he dresses and dye his hair back to ck, I may not be able to take him on.”


    Warren looked like he was about to respond, but Hunter spoke up first.


    “No problem. I’ll dye my hair back tonight, stop wearing shy clothes, and I’ll take out the earring too. Anything else?”


    Warren turned to look at him, his expression almostically stunned.


    Just a few hours ago, when he had seen Hunter’s outfit, he had called him out too. And what had Hunter said back then, was totally different.


    He said thatwyers win cases with their expertise, not their wardrobes. That wearing a suit and having ck hair didn’t automatically make someone more qualified. If a client judged him just by how he looked and didn’t see his professional skills, then that was a client he wasn’t interested in working with anyway.


    Now, barely three hourster, the same guy was suddenly acting like apletely different person.


    If Liz weren’t still in the room, Warren would have asked Hunter if he realized how ridiculous he looked flip-flopping like that.


    Liz hadn’t expected him to agree so easily. Her eyes showed a flicker of surprise. This didn’t match the cocky and rude intern Warren had warned her about.


    Still, a cooperative assistant was far better than a rebellious one.


    “That’s all I ask.”


    Hunter nodded quickly. “Don’t worry. By Monday morning, I’ll be a brand-new person. You won’t even recognize me.’


    Liz smiled faintly. “Good. I’ll get back to work then. Move your desk over to mine when you’re ready.”


    “Got it!”


    After Liz left, Warren shot Hunter a re. “What was that all about? Weren’t you the one who said you’d never change your style just to fit in, that you wanted to break the stereotype of stuffywyers and lead a new trend?”


    Hunter raised an eyebrow, his expression charming and unbothered. “Uncle Warren, sure-I said that to you. But you’re not the same as Ms. Smith, are you?”


    “How are we different?”


    “Are you as beautiful as Ms. Smith? Are you as skilled at divorce cases as Ms. Smith? Can you mentor me with the same patience and attention to detail as Ms. Smith?”


    Warren had to admit he wasn’t as beautiful as Liz, wasn’t as specialized in divorce cases, and didn’t have her patience and thoroughness.


    “Wait a second-why am Iparing myself to a woman in terms of looks?” he thought.


    He narrowed his eyes and said with a low warning, “Let me be clear. Don’t even think about trying any of your yboy tricks on Ms. Smith If I catch a whiff of that, I’ll pack you up and send you straight back.”


    Liz had just ended an eight-year rtionship. There was no way she could move on that quickly.


    If Hunter made a move on her now and she actually fell for it, who knew what kind of mess that would create.