# Chapter 4: The Devil’s Cell Phone and a Gala on the Brink
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? I hope you’re cozy, curious, and ready for another dive into the deliciously messy world of *Seduced By My Ex’s Divorce Attorney audiobook free*. Today we’re walking straight into Chapter 4, where Hannah Crowley is buried under gala plans, guilt, and one infuriatingly attractive attorney who seems to know exactly how to get under her skin. So grab your favorite drink, settle in, and let’s talk about the chapter that mixes best-friend chaos, career pressure, and a phone call hot enough to melt the receiver.
The chapter opens with Hannah drowning in details. Linens, entertainment, caterer—every tiny piece of the RISE Foundation gala is seeping into her pores like cold rain. She’s alone at the office after hours when the phone rings. She answers with her professional voice: “RISE Foundation.” And then, like a burst of sunshine with a side of trouble, she hears Gwen Turner, her childhood best friend. Gwen is in Paris, apparently living her best, wildest life, and she’s calling to confirm she’s still booked for the gala on September fifteenth. Her manager tried to dangle another paying date in front of her, but Gwen told him to piss off. She wouldn’t disappoint her girl.
That loyalty should feel good, and it does—except it also piles guilt on Hannah. Gwen is rich, yes, but she earned her money. Hannah inherited hers. There’s a difference, and Hannah feels it keenly. She doesn’t want Gwen to lose a fortune just to support a foundation that is still finding its feet. But Gwen won’t hear it. She calls Hannah “Montana,” her annoying nickname from the old *Hannah Montana* character, and insists the foundation is worth missing a few thousand. Then a male voice joins the call, teasing and crude, and Gwen giggles in a way that makes Hannah suspect her friend is not exactly talking to her manager anymore. Gwen, as always, has a thing for authority figures, and she cheerfully tells Hannah to slip out of her stuffy business dress and go get laid. She even brings up Todd, Hannah’s ex, saying he never fucked her right and it’s time she found a man who would.
And just like that, an image of Roarke Baldwin flickers through Hannah’s mind. Controlled, polished, perfectly styled hair, a five o’clock shadow trimmed to perfection. She wonders what he would be like in bed. A beast? A machine? Could she unglue him the way she’s sure he’d unglue her? She literally shakes her head to clear the thought. Gwen keeps giggling, and Hannah finally hangs up, amused but unsettled.
The bigger problem remains: the gala. If she has to cancel, she screws over Gwen and everyone else who has committed. And for the hundredth time since Torrio’s Table, Roarke Baldwin’s offer resurfaces. “What exactly did he mean when he said he wants me?” she asks aloud. Victoria, her sharp and loyal assistant, enters and jokes that he probably wants Hannah tied up or has a red room of pain at his place. Hannah deadpans that her life is not a movie, but the anxiety is real.
Victoria updates her: Reed called around, and every venue is booked. Weddings. The same story Chelsea gave. Hannah thanks Reed through Victoria, then admits she may have to go deal with the devil. Victoria’s smile vanishes. She hates the idea. She suggests rescheduling the gala entirely—a winter wonderland with heaters, an outdoor patio, white, silver, and blue décor. It sounds breathtaking. For a moment, Hannah might have considered it. But Gwen’s call reminded her of all the speakers and guests who have already rearranged their busy schedules. Chelsea’s cousin and friends are flying in from training in New Zealand to offer a silent auction package. Hannah refuses to screw them over.
So she makes her decision. She will not sell her body, she tells Victoria, but she will call Roarke Baldwin. She googles “Roarke Baldwin, bastard-at-law,” scribbles his number, and slides it to Victoria. Victoria calls his office, and the response is pure Roarke: Hannah must use his cell phone only. The office phone is for clients, and she is not a client. When Victoria relays this, Hannah snaps. “What a son of a bitch!” She throws the coral sticky note across the room. Victoria again urges her to reschedule, but Hannah is done backing down. Roarke wants to play? Fine. She can play. Arrogant predators always underestimate their prey, and she guarantees Roarke Baldwin underestimates every woman he meets—including her. Victoria backs away, half-scared, half-grinning, and asks if she can leave the door open a sliver so she can eavesdrop. Chelsea arrives, and soon two shadows are pressed against the office door.
Hannah dials his cell with shaky fingers, brings the receiver to her ear, and releases a deep breath. He picks up after one ring. “I thought we were friends? Having your assistant call my assistant. Tsk. Tsk, Ms. Crowley.” Irritation hardens every cell in her body. She fires back: first, they are not friends. Second, she would prefer to talk via office phones. There’s a brief silence—probably him realizing she called through her office line. Then he purrs, “Ahh… so now you have my number and I don’t have yours? That seems terribly unfair.” She leans back, crosses her legs, and says she didn’t realize he cared about fairness. His voice drops, slow and intimate: “You don’t know that much about me. It’s not like you know me intimately.” Hannah rolls her eyes, grateful he can’t see her blush. He continues, reminding her that she may have watched him own a courtroom, but she knows nothing about his private life. She doesn’t know if he likes thrillers or comedies, sorbet or ice cream, or whether he wears boxers or briefs.
And the chapter ends there—on that teasing, charged, infuriating note. Hannah is left holding the phone, her pulse tangled, her pride bruised, and her imagination doing exactly what she told it not to do.
## Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating
As a reader, I adored this chapter. It balances the emotional weight of Hannah’s responsibility with Gwen’s hilarious, unfiltered chaos and then pivots into a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers phone call that crackles with tension. Roarke Baldwin is smug, controlled, and impossible to ignore—and Hannah’s refusal to be intimidated makes her even more compelling. The eavesdropping assistants add a light, funny touch, while the gala pressure keeps the stakes real. The only reason it isn’t a full five stars is that I wanted just a little more of Roarke’s true motive, but the teasing mystery works beautifully.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Next, I predict Hannah and Roarke will meet in person to discuss his “offer,” and the negotiation will be far more intimate than she expects. He may ask her to attend a high-profile event as his date, or he may reveal a deeper connection to her past that makes her trust him even less—and want him even more. Expect sharp banter, one dangerous moment of closeness, and a cliffhanger that leaves Hannah questioning whether she’s walking into a trap or finally taking control of her own story.
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