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.

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

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

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 slow. Still, there was no way he'd admit any of that here-not in front of these smug, moneyed men who were all too eager to see

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

He forced a smile. "Oh, is that

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

in another investor, a wiry man named Graham, adjusting his visor. "I hear they're doing

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

projects work, Frank. Unlike Venus the last

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 stiffly, brushing past them and heading toward his golf cart. He pulled out his phone as soon as he was out of earshot and

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

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

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 with experience in cutting-edge robotics don't

you to give me excuses, Robert," Frank snapped. "I pay you to deliver results. Two weeks for

you are the one who fired them out of anger and if you could

his phone tightened. "Are

sounding slightly flustered. "I don't mean it that way, Frank. I'll

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

in the golf cart for a moment, fuming. His fists clenched and unclenched as he replayed the investors' words in his

glanced back toward