Chapter 311

Alan said, “1 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.”

Tyler just smiled, not saying anything right away. He looked up at the sky, lost in thought. After a while, he asked, “What, you want to steal him away?”

Alan grinned, “Me? No way. I just found out he’s dating the Pearces‘ daughter. That explains how a newbie got to be a manager at Harris Group so easily. He’s got connections.”

Tyler kept smiling quietly. He swung his golf club while the others clapped. “Interesting,” 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 didn’t react to their surprise. He replied to Alan, “Looks like you’ve found out the truth.”

Alan noticed Tyler seemed off today. He didn’t mention the missed shot. “Who doesn’t know about Yancey Bank and Harris Group? Your brother–in–law, Mr. Claude, runs it. Even though your sister…”

He paused, unsure if he should continue.

Tyler’s face gave nothing away, just listening. Seeing that, Alan went on, “Even 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.”

Tyler smiled at that. He handed his club to an attendant and said, “You’re well–informed, Mr. Alan.‘

Alan laughed. “How could I dare to poach your guys? No matter how gutsy I am, I wouldn’t touch anyone from Yancey Bank or Harris Group.”

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.

“You guys here too, Tyler?” they greeted him.

Tyler told Alan and his group, “I’ve run into some friends, so I’ll catch up with you later.”

After saying goodbye, Tyler joined Dylan. “Why are you all here?”

They were his old school friends.

Dylan smiled, “Just bored, thought we’d work on our muscles a bit.”

Josh Wesley, another classmate, joined them. “We saw you playing. You seem distracted. You only played one round.”

Tyler’s face was emotionless as he replied flatly, “Let’s grab a drink.”

They agreed and moved to the lounge. Tyler ordered a glass of red wine and sipped it, looking thoughtful.

Dylan approached him, “What’s up? Trouble adjusting to married life?”

Tyler just glanced at him, silent.

Josh came over too. “What’s on your mind?”

Tyler leaned back, crossed his legs, and put down his empty glass. “Nothing,” he said, but then paused, remembering something. “Since when did you guys become so nosy?”