Hello, Mr. Brent novel Chapter 34

Franklin narrowed his eyes and looked at Emily from head to toe. Emily was wearing a tight white t-shirt and a miniskirt. She was slender and charming.

Her belly didn't hump because she was in early pregnancy. So her dressing made her appear to be thinner.

Even in flat shoes, she was taller than the caddie next to her.

Mr. Martinez, who was next to Franklin, whistled and said to Franklin with a teasing smile, "Mr. Brent, you found this girl? You certainly have an eye for beauty!"

"Of course," Franklin said proudly.

With eyes darkened, Harry looked at Emily and said to Franklin, "This is the lady at the party that day!"

"Her name is Emily," Franklin said unhappily.

Harry's eyes sharpened, "Do you like her?"

"We're getting married soon," Franklin said with a smile.

"What?" Harry looked surprised.

Not to mention him, even Mr. Martinez was shocked. He looked at Franklin like he heard something big.

Franklin did not care about their surprising looks. He walked over to her, reached out, and pulled her hat over her eyes, "It's baking outside. Why do you come out here?"

"I have something to talk to you about. Jason said you are here," said Emily.

Franklin smiled and took her hand affectionately. They walked up to Harry and Mr. Martinez, and introduced, "This is Mr. Martinez. This is Mr. Carter. You met him at the reception that day. This is my fiancée, Emily."

Franklin introduced them to each other.

Mr. Martinez smiled and said, "Hello, Miss Johnson! We all think that Franklin never dates with any woman, but we don't expect that once in a blue moon he will marry you! However, Miss Johnson is so beautiful and gorgeous, no wonder Franklin is into you."

"I'm flattered," Emily said quickly, feeling a little awkward.

As a salesperson, she had naturally met all walks of life, so she was not shy in front of strangers.

Harry looked at her with keen eyes and slowly asked, "May I ask your general background? The Johnsons in Lancaster... I don't have any impression. May I ask your parents.."

"Are you a cop investigating every detail? Why should she tell you?" Franklin interrupted him and said rudely.

Harry's face darkened and he looked at him, frowning.

Franklin said to Emily, "I'll show you how to play!"

Emily nodded and followed Franklin away.

She could tell that Franklin didn't seem to like Harry very much. He always spoke with sarcasm rudely.

Fortunately, that Harry was a man of good culture, or else he would have fallen out with Franklin.

"Do you know how to play?" Franklin asked.

Emily nodded. She had been trained before in the company. After all, she needed to get along with all walks of life, and there were also people who like to play golf. One more skill was no burden.

"Show me," Franklin said.

Emily posed, gripped the club, stroke, and the ball flew out.

Although she didn't sink the putt, it was already a good shot. She had not come to play for a long time, and she was not a professional. Of course, she wouldn't be too demanding of herself.

But Franklin sneered, "Is this what you mean you can play? You really know how to brag."

"Who's bragging? I'm not bad at it!" Emily quipped.

Franklin snorted coldly. He set the stance, swung the club and the ball hit the hole accurately.

Emily looked at him in surprise, then at the hole, and only showed admiration for him when she was sure that he didn't cheat.

Franklin said proudly, "That's how you can play. You're not even an amateur."

"I don't want to live on this. I don't have to play well." Emily muttered.

Mr. Martinez walked over and smiled, "Franklin, why don't we make a bet? In front of your fiancée, I believe you will play better."