Chapter 311
Alan chuckled, “I found out who’s running the farm project—it’s a newbie from the company. You have so many skilled folks working for you.”
Tyler smiled faintly but said nothing at first. He looked up at the sky, lost in thought. After a moment, he asked, “What, you want to steal him away?”
Alan grinned. “Me? No way. But I did find 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 his quiet smile, swinging his golf club while the others applauded prematurely. “Interesting,” he said calmly.
He watched his golf ball miss the hole, causing the early clappers to freeze in surprise. Tyler was usually an excellent golfer, so missing was unexpected.
Remaining composed, Tyler replied to Alan, “Looks like you’ve found out the truth.”
Alan noticed Tyler seemed off today and wisely avoided mentioning 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 hesitated, unsure whether to continue.
Tyler’s face revealed nothing as he listened silently. Encouraged, Alan went on, “Even though your sister passed away so sadly, everyone was excited about her marrying Mr. Claude. Although it never happened, everyone in Tide City knows how close your families are. Mr. Claude even thanked Harris Group at their 20th anniversary recently.”
Tyler smiled softly. Handing his club to an attendant, he said, “You’re well-informed, Mr. Alan.”
Alan laughed. “How could I dare poach your people? 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 a few more rounds, they headed to the lounge, where Tyler unexpectedly bumped into Dylan and others.
“You guys here too, Tyler?” they greeted him warmly.
Tyler told Alan and his group, “I’ve run into some friends. I’ll catch up with you later.”
After saying goodbye, he joined Dylan. “Why are you all here?”
They were old school friends.
Dylan smiled, “Just bored. Thought we’d work on our muscles a bit.”
Josh Wesley, another classmate, joined them. “Saw you playing. You seemed distracted—you only played one round.”
Tyler’s face remained 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 thoughtfully.
Dylan leaned in, “What’s up? Trouble adjusting to married life?”
Tyler just glanced at him, silent.
Josh came over. “What’s on your mind?”
Leaning back, crossing his legs, and setting down his empty glass, Tyler said, “Nothing.” Then, with a faint smile, he added, “Since when did you guys become so nosy?”