Hello, Mr. Brent

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. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

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."

"Sure, 200,000 Dollars for one round," Franklin replied.

Mr. Martinez laughed and nodded, "Wonderful! This is exciting. I take it. How about you, Mr. Carter?"

Harry walked over and said with a cold snort, "I'm in. But it's always boring for the three of us to play.

Why don't we let Miss Johnson take Franklin's place? It will be more exciting."

Emily was already shocked by the fact that they bet 200,000 Dollars for a round. The shock was even

more when she heard that Harry had asked her to take Franklin's place.

They saw how bad she had played just now and still asked her to play for Franklin. It was obvious that

they were going to swindle Franklin's money.

"I won't replace him. I don't play well. It's not fair," Emily refused.

Harry looked at Franklin with a half-smile and said, "Why? Is Franklin a sore loser?"

"I will pay off if you lose, you take the money if you win." Franklin snorted and said to Emily.

Emily opened her eyes wide but still shook her head, "No, no. You've seen my play. It's impossible to

win."

Even if she didn't bet on her own money, she would still be heartbroken if she lost.

"Well, I'll play with her. I'll stand behind her. That's fair." Franklin looked at Mr. Martinez and Harry.

Boss said with a smile, "Fine, fine. Just a casual fling. Don't take it so seriously."

Since Mr. Martinez said so, Harry naturally had no choice but to nod and agree.

Emily whispered to Franklin, "Are you sure you can win?"

Franklin shook his head, "I'm holding the club behind with you in my arms. It's definitely less accurate

to hole out."

"Then why do you agree? What if you lose?"

"Never mind. It's just some pocket money." Franklin said nonchalantly.

Emily frowned and glanced at him. She muttered to herself, "the evil billionaire!".

The match started very quickly and Mr. Martinez came first.

Mr. Martinez was only in his forties, but he grew stout prematurely. With such a big belly, he looked

very funny.

However, his skill was not bad. He actually holed out in one shot, but the distance was shorter.

Harry was much better than him and hit with a great distance.

Emily took a look and saw that there was still a chance of winning over Mr. Martinez, but it was not

easy to win over Harry.

"Clench the club and lower your waist." Franklin held her hands from the back and whispered in her

ear.

Emily was so nervous that her palms were sweating when she set the stance.

Franklin suddenly took her hand and swung the club. The ball flew out.

"Ah, it's in, it's in," Emily shouted with joy.

Franklin smiled and looked proudly at Harry.

Harry snorted and ignored him, continuing the next round.

In the following rounds, they all lose or win from time to time. But in the end, Emily and Franklin won

more than a million, and then according to the rules, Franklin had to treat them to lunch.

After the game, the four of them took a car to take shower and change their clothing.

But unexpectedly, Franklin dragged Emily into the same dressing room with him.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Emily struggled and said angrily.

"Your clothes are in my dressing room," Franklin said.

"Why are my clothes in your dressing room?" Emily asked in surprise.

"Because I asked Jason to send them here," Franklin replied confidently and righteously.

Emily rolled her eyes. He did it on purpose.