Living With My Lady Boss

Chapter 328 It was the girls' first time trying golf too, and they were more than happy to be taught how.

Reggie continued to shower them with praise, and Wade had quite a bit of fun with the three girls.

Wilbur and Nancy remained on the cart, chatting every now and then.

Neither of them paid the others any mind.

Soon, Wade swung particularly hard and shot the ball far into the distance.

Everyone else boarded the cart, and the caddy took off toward where the ball had landed.

Just then, Wade said to Nancy, "Why

don't you try too? It'll be good for your body." 1'm sorry, I don't know how to play either," Nancy said politely.

Wade chuckled. "No worries! I'm right here to teach you." "That's fine," Nancy turned him down.

However, Wade was quite visibly annoyed. He had his eyes on Nancy, but she had spent the entire evening with Wilbur and hardly paid him any attention.

Very soon, the caddy stopped where the ball had landed. Wade hopped off and approached Nancy, reaching out to grab her. "Come on, I'll teach you." Nancy ducked from his grasp with a frown. "Mister Lynch, I really don't

want to play." "Nancy, just play a game or two with Mister Lynch. It's a hard chance to | come by," Reggie piped up from the side. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Nancy scoffed. "Reggie, I would've left along time ago if it wasn't for the fact that we used to be classmates. Don't keep pushing it, please." Reggie blushed at once, but Wade flared up in anger. "Who do you think you are? Name me a price. I guarantee you I'll be able to meet your price." The words were extremely humiliating, and Nancy retorted at once, "Don't try to act all high and mighty just because you've got a bit of money! There are loads of people out there with far more money than you do."

"Oh, 1 know that very well. Do you think people like you would ever get the chance to meet them, though? You should be counting your lucky stars that you met me!" Wade said arrogantly.

Wilbur's expression turned solemn.

Nancy was about to retort when two golf carts drove over. Four people got out, walking up to Wade and the rest.

One of the four people, aman in his thirties with a squarish face glanced at everyone. "Who let you in here?" "What do you mean by that?" Wade retorted at once, not backing down in the slightest.

The man smirked. "My place isn't open to garbage like you. Get out of here, or I'm going to teach youa lesson."

The two burly men behind him took a step forward and eyed Wade threateningly.

Wade stopped short, clearly not expecting to be met with such rudeness. "Dude, I'm the chairman of Youthful Travel Agency, and I'maVIP member here. Watch that tone of yours." That man burst into a fit of laughter.

What kind of bullshit name is that? I've never heard of it." Wade's face turned scarlet at once and he shouted to the caddy, "Get your manager here this very second!" The caddy scrambled to make the call, and the manager quickly came OVEr. He took one look at the situation and waved at everyone at once.

Gentlemen, we can talk about

this." "Didn't I tell you to clear the place? Why are there other people here?" The man said coldly.

The manager said at once, "Mister Chuke, Mister Lynch is also a VIP member here. There's not much I can do about this." "Really? I'll tell you what to do, then.

Get these people out of here right now, got it?" The man glanced at Wade, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Wilbur could not help but laugh. Were all the rich people the same these days? What the hell are you laughing at?" The man turned to glare at Wilbur.