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.

"Okay, huh? That's good to hear. What about that issue with the robot? Heard there was... trouble at

tight-lipped smile. "It's been weeks, and we are doing much better. We're doing damage control," he said with practiced ease. "But everything's under

They hadn't even filled the vacant lab tech positions yet. Frank had tasked Robert, his headhunter, to find top-tier talent,

man named Edward, spoke up, his voice tinged with mock curiosity. "You know, I heard Claire Peterson and Alexander Harris were spotted in Las Vegas recently,

tightened on his club. He

continued, placing his ball on the ground. "Apparently, it's got a completely different vibe from the usual Harris hotels. People are already

his visor. "I hear they're doing some

his shot. "The only thing Metacortex is good at is creating a scandal, especially their CEO, Claire Peterson," he said, his voice clipped, "but let's not forget that Claire's team does all the work for her. She just reaps the

ever the provocateur, chuckled. "At least her projects work, Frank. Unlike Venus the last time

a few snickers, which only fueled the growing fire in his chest. "Excuse me for a moment," Frank said stiffly, brushing past them and heading toward his golf cart. He pulled out his

and Robert's voice came through, casual

"I will tell you what's up, Robert. It's been

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 with experience in cutting-edge robotics don't just grow

"I pay you to deliver results. Two

understand but you are the one who fired them out of anger and if you could only control your emotions, we

his

flustered. "I don't mean it that way, Frank. I'll accelerate the

about Metacortex like it's the second coming of innovation while Venus is treated

into his pocket. He sat in the golf cart for a moment, fuming. His fists clenched and unclenched

back toward