Chapter 368
Back on the golf course, I was once again surrounded by the two young men.
One handed me a club while the other swiftly stood behind me.
In the blink of an eye, my hands no longer felt like my own, nor did my shoulders.
"Ms. Nancy, your posture isn't right," the young man whispered gently in my ear. "Relax your arms and let them hang naturally."
Just as I was about to refuse, a voice called out from nearby. "Ms. Fisher, having a good time, huh?"
As I glanced up, I saw a group led by Bruce approaching me. The one who greeted me was none other than Jensen who was gossiping just now.
I paused with my hands wrapped around the club.
I had been walking quite briskly earlier, but since they had greeted me, there was no need to avoid them.
Moreover, everyone present was from the investment team, so I understood the basic etiquette of business.
"Mr. Harold, Mr. Sutton," I greeted them generously as I walked over. "You guys are here to play golf as well?"
Bruce glanced at the club in m

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