New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 441 Gossip at the Golf Court

The afternoon sun cast long shadows over the pristine golf course, where a group of investors and corporate elites had gathered for a casual round of golf that felt anything but casual. Among them was Frank, the head of Venus Industries, struggling to maintain his

composure amid a torrent of backhanded compliments and veiled jabs. "Good shot, Richard."

"Thank you, gentleman. After all, golf is the second good thing I am good at other than spending money."

They all laughed at his jokes.

"Now, Frank, it's your turn."

"Of course." He replied with a smile.

Frank stepped up to the tee, his driver in hand, and tried to block out the chatter from the group behind him as he tried to focus on the ball in front of him. However, it seemed like those gentlemen preferred talking instead of being silent.

"So, Frank," one of the investors, a sharp-eyed man named Mitchell, called out as he set his ball on the tee. "How's Venus going these days?"

His focus was shaky, though, as his mind raced with the issues plaguing Venus Industries.

Frank adjusted his stance, gripping the club a little tighter. "It's going okay," he replied coolly, his tone betraying none of the frustration brewing inside.

about that issue with the robot? Heard there was... trouble

and we are doing

Frank had tasked Robert, his headhunter, to find top-tier talent, but progress was painfully

his voice tinged with mock curiosity. "You know, I heard Claire

tightened on his club. He forced a smile. "Oh, is

on the ground. "Apparently, it's got a completely different vibe from the usual Harris hotels. People

his visor. "I hear they're doing

them, pretending to focus on his shot. "The only thing Metacortex is good at is creating a scandal, especially their CEO, Claire

"At least her projects work, Frank. Unlike Venus the last time we

group erupted in laughter, and Frank's hand slipped slightly on his club. He swung, but his shot went wide, the ball veering off course and landing in the rough. The poor swing was met with a few snickers, which only fueled the growing fire in his chest. "Excuse me for a moment," Frank said

Robert's voice came through,

you what's up, Robert. It's been two weeks, and you've only found two candidates for the lab tech positions. Are

a pause on the line before Robert responded, his tone defensive. "Look, Frank, these aren't easy roles to fill. You said you wanted top-tier talent-people

Frank snapped. "I pay you to deliver results. Two weeks for two candidates? That's

you could only control your emotions, we wouldn't be

on his phone tightened.

"I don't mean it that way, Frank. I'll accelerate the search. But these things take

is a luxury I don't have!" Frank barked, cutting him off. "Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to stand here and listen to these people talk about Metacortex like it's the second coming of innovation while Venus is treated like a joke? Get it done, Robert. Fast." "Understood," Robert said quickly. "I'll make it my top

in the golf cart for a moment, fuming. His fists clenched and unclenched as

glanced back