Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 160: I Miss You The golf course stretched out like a painting, its fairways perfectly manicured and bathed in gentle sunlight. A soft breeze carried the faint scent of cut grass, making the morning feel calm and endless. Aaron watched Tristan swing the club with all the energy of a deflated balloon. "What's the matter? Overdid it last night?" Tristan frowned and rubbed his temple. "A little. Mixed drinks were a mistake. They hit harder than I expected." He checked his phone.

He had messaged Olivia last night, inviting her to dinner tonight, but fifty minutes had passed without a reply. Aaron shook his head with a wry smile. "You really like living dangerously, huh? Challenging Logan to a drinking contest? The guy's basically a professional in partying." Tristan pocketed his phone with a small shrug. ---- "[ know. We were just having fun." Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Why'd you drag Olivia along too?" Tristan hesitated. "I figured she doesn't have many friends here in Silverton. Thought she could use some company." Aaron gave him a pointed look. "Keep an eye on her.

That crowd doesn't exactly know their limits." Before Tristan could respond, a golf cart rumbled down the slope toward them. A medium-built young man in a crisp polo shirt stepped out with effortless elegance. His assistant followed behind, carrying his clubs. "Sorry I'm late. Aaron, thanks for waiting!" Michael Morgan's voice was bright and warm. Aaron met him halfway. "Michael, it's been too long!" Tristan smiled politely. "Hello, Mr. Morgan." ---- "Tristan!" Michael shook his hand firmly. The three of them fell into step together. Michael teased Aaron lightly. "Busy guy, huh?

You're in Silverton only a few days a year. Seeing you is like spotting the president." Aaron smirked. "Or maybe it's you who's hard to pin down, Mr. Morgan." Michael laughed. "Enough jokes. Let's play a couple rounds!" He took the club from his assistant and headed toward the course with confident strides. Aaron had met Michael years ago at a business reception, and they had clicked instantly. Their friendship was intertwined with business dealings, trust, and mutual advantage. They didn't see each other often, which made their meetings all the more special.

Aaron had been instrumental in helping Michael become the youngest Director of City Development in Silverton's history. The sun shone brightly, the breeze whispered ---- through the fairways, and the whole scene felt almost cinematic. Aaron adjusted his stance calmly, slipped on his sunglasses, and swung. The ball arced perfectly, landing on the fairway and rolling gracefully toward the hole. Michael wasn't to be outdone. Every swing he took was precise and textbook-perfect. His ball cut a flawless path through the morning air.

The two of them went back and forth, laughter and light competition filling the serene morning. The scorekeeper jogged over to update them, and they exchanged satisfied smiles. Michael grinned. "One win, one loss again. When will you ever let me win? I want to feel the thrill of victory for once." Aaron's lips curved into a lazy smile. "You're the big brother here. Shouldn't you go easy on me first?"