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.

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

doing much better. We're doing damage control," he said with practiced ease. "But everything's under control

just said. Venus Industries was still scrambling to recover from the public fallout of its failed robotic 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

I heard Claire Peterson and Alexander Harris were spotted in Las Vegas recently, checking out Harris's

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

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

another investor, a wiry man named Graham, adjusting his visor. "I hear they're doing some incredible things over there. Can't wait to

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

projects work, Frank. Unlike Venus the last time

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

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

up?" Frank hissed, barely containing his frustration. "I will tell you what's up, Robert. It's been two weeks, and you've only found two candidates for the lab tech positions. Are you

Frank, these aren't easy roles to fill. You said

you to deliver results. Two weeks for two candidates? That's a snail's pace. I need those positions

understand but you are the one who fired them out of anger and if you could only control your emotions, we wouldn't be in this

his grip on his phone tightened. "Are you

"I don't mean it that way, Frank.

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

Frank said coldly before hanging up and shoving the phone back into his pocket. He sat in the golf cart for a moment, fuming. His fists clenched and unclenched as he replayed the investors' words

glanced back toward