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.

out a low chuckle. "Okay, huh? That's good to hear. What about that issue with the robot? Heard there was...

we are doing

prototype. They hadn't even filled the vacant lab tech positions yet. Frank had tasked Robert, his headhunter, to find top-tier talent, but progress was painfully slow. Still, there was no way he'd admit any of

voice tinged with mock curiosity. "You know, I heard Claire Peterson and Alexander Harris were spotted in Las Vegas

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

got a completely different vibe from the usual Harris hotels. People are already talking about how innovative it

let's not forget Metacortex's robot," chimed in another investor, a wiry man named Graham, adjusting his visor. "I hear they're doing some incredible things over there. Can't wait to see how

clenched as their laughter filled the air. He turned his back to them, pretending to focus on his shot. "The only thing Metacortex is good at is creating a scandal, especially their CEO, Claire Peterson," he said, his voice clipped, "but

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

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

and Robert's voice came through, casual and unconcerned. "Hey,

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

aren't easy roles to fill. You said you wanted top-tier talent-people with experience

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

the one who fired them out of anger and if you

grip on his phone tightened. "Are you

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

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."

moment, fuming. His fists clenched and unclenched

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