Scarlett's head throbbed as she turned the problem over and over in her mind, eventually drifting off to an uneasy sleep on the couch.
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Early the next month, at the golf course.
The early autumn sun hung high in a crisp, cloudless sky, casting a golden glow over the lush green fairways.
Yardley had successfully closed the deal with the mysterious foreign investors from Country A. As per the contract, they had already wired the initial two-billion-dollar advance into Flynn Group's corporate account.
That massive injection of capital was enough to resuscitate several of Flynn Group's dying projects.
With the crushing pressure finally lifted off his shoulders, Yardley was in the mood to celebrate.
Hoping to ease the recent tension within the family, he had organized a private golf outing, inviting his three older sisters, his brother-in-law, his aunt, and his father to hit the links and spend some quality time together.
Dressed in a sleek, tailored black athletic polo and trousers, Yardley looked impeccably sharp. The premium fabric accentuated his tall, athletic build, making him stand out effortlessly.
It had been a while since he last played. Eager to get back into the swing of things, he pulled out his custom driver, bent his long legs slightly, and executed a flawless, powerful swing.
The ball soared beautifully through the air, landing perfectly on the green and rolling straight into the hole.
"Great shot!"
A woman's enthusiastic cheering and applause rang out from behind him.
The voice was instantly recognizable. Yardley turned around, his pupils contracting in sheer disbelief.
Just yesterday, he had explicitly told his father that this was a strictly family-only event.
Yet, his father had actually possessed the audacity to bring Irene Sommers to the country club.


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