Chapter 311
Alan said, â1 low. I got some people to find out who's running the
project, and it turns out It's a newble from the company. You have so
many skilled folks working for you.â
Tyler just smiled, not saying anything right away. He looked up at the
sky, lost in thought. After a while, he asked, âWhat, you want to steal
him away?â
Alan grinned, âMe? No way. I just found out heâs dating the Pearcesâ
daughter. That explains how a newbie got to be a manager at Harris
Group so easily. He's got connections.â
Tyler kept smiling quietly. He swung his golf club while the others
clapped. âInteresting,â he said.
He watched his golf ball miss the hole. The people who clapped too
soon froze, surprised.
Tyler was usually an excellent golfer, rarely missing a shot, which is
why they clapped early. Missing the shot was awkward.
Tyler stayed cool and didnât react to their surprise. He replied to Alan,
âLooks like you've found out the truth.â
Alan noticed Tyler seemed off today. He didnât mention the missed
shot. âWho doesn't know about Yancey Bank and Harris Group? Your
brother-in-law, Mr. Claude, runs it. Even though your sister...â He
paused, unsure if he should continue.
Tyler's face gave nothing away, just listening. Seeing that, Alan went
on, âEven though your sister passed away sadly, everyone was excited
about her marrying Mr. Claude. Even though it didn't happen, everyone
in Tide City knows how close your families are. Mr. Claude even
thanked Harris Group at their 20th anniversary recently.â
Tyler smiled at that. He handed his club to an attendant and said,
âYou're well-informed,
Mr. Alan.
Alan laughed. âHow could I dare to poach your guys? No matter how
gutsy I am, I wouldn't
touch anyone from Yancey Bank or Harris Group.â
Tyler chuckled and walked ahead.
Feeling tired after playing a bit more, they went to the lounge. That's
when Tyler bumped into Dylan and others.
âYou guys here too, Tyler?â they greeted him.
Tyler told Alan and his group, âI've run into some friends, so I'll catch up
with you later.â
After saying goodbye, Tyler joined Dylan. âWhy are you all here?â
They were his old school friends.
Dylan smiled, âJust bored, thought we'd work on our muscles a bit.â
Josh Wesley, another classmate, joined them. âWe saw you playing.
You seem distracted. You only played one round.â
Tyler's face was emotionless as he replied flatly, âLet's grab a drink.â
They agreed and moved to the lounge. Tyler ordered a glass of red
wine and sipped it, looking thoughtful.
Dylan approached him, âWhat's up? Trouble adjusting to married life?â
Tyler just glanced at him, silent.
Josh came over too. âWhat's on your mind?"
Tyler leaned back, crossed his legs, and put down his empty glass.
âNothing,â he said, but then paused, remembering something. âSince
when did you guys become so nosy?â