Greg strode across the lush, manicured grounds of Emerald Pines Country Golf Club, a place that once held fragments of his childhood memories. The open-air restaurant where his father used to take him every weekend felt both familiar and foreign now.
His eyes immediately locked on Richard Cross, his father, who was engaged in conversation with two other distinguished, middle-aged men—business tycoons whom Greg had known since he was a boy.
Richard's face lit up the moment he saw his son approaching. "Ah, my son is here!" he announced with pride, excusing himself from his companions and making his way toward Greg with open arms.
Greg, however, remained composed, his expression unreadable. The tension between father and son lingered in the air, subtle yet undeniable.
"Golf on a Monday, Dad? Really?" Greg remarked coolly. "We could have just grabbed lunch in a nice restaurant... or talked in your office, like normal people."
