World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 152: Patty’s And Leslie’s First Time At The Country Club [Power Stone Goal Bonus - ]

Chapter 152: Patty’s And Leslie’s First Time At The Country Club [Power Stone Goal Bonus Chapter]

The remainder of Sunday passed quietly. With nothing pressing on his schedule, he decided to spend the day with Patty and Leslie.

They settled into the living room after lunch, lounging together on the expansive sectional couch as sunlight streamed through the high windows.

The TV played a steady stream of lighthearted shows, the kind of easy entertainment James rarely had time for anymore.

They laughed at old sitcom reruns, argued playfully over trivia questions, and even roped Patty into a few rounds of card games between episodes.

Today makes it a week since they got back from Cook Islands and for the first time, James finally has time to fully relax.

When evening rolled around, James excused himself to get ready for his dinner date with Natasha. She had texted him earlier, and they’d agreed to meet for a quiet meal together.

James picked her up around sunset, the city skyline gleaming gold and crimson as they drove to a high-end bistro tucked into a quiet corner of Westwood.

Their conversation over dinner was easy and familiar. It was filled with low laughter, some shared memories from high school, and subtle glances filled with affection.

After dessert, as they sat together in the dim light of the parking lot, conversation gave way to something deeper.

Natasha leaned in, her perfume curling around him like smoke, and James met her halfway, and their lips melted into a kiss.

Their kiss was slow at first, then deepened into something hungrier.

They stayed there for a while, tangled in each other, the car’s interior fogging lightly with their shared breath.

But James, ever aware of timing and control, eventually pulled back with a soft smile, brushing a stray lock of hair from Natasha’s face.

He kissed on the forehead and they said their goodbyes with promises to meet again soon.

***

Monday morning arrived. The Bel-Air Country Club was closed for maintenance, meaning there were no scheduled tournaments, events, or training sessions.

James woke naturally, without an alarm, and for a moment just lay there, staring up at the high ceiling of his room.

The rare emptiness of the day stretched before him but James wasn’t someone who sat idle for long.

And so, after breakfast, he pulled out his phone and called Mr. Harrington.

"Morning, James," Harrington answered, his voice as chipper as always.

"Morning," James replied. "I want to get the properties documents signed. Are you free?"

"Absolutely," Harrington said. "I’ll be there within the hour."

True to his word, Mr. Harrington arrived with a leather portfolio in hand, full of neatly organized documents — the transfer papers for both the Manhattan apartment complex and the Beverly Hills property.

James sat at the polished dining table and went through each page carefully. It was tedious, but he refused to rush it and when he was satisfied, he signed where needed.

"Congratulations," Harrington said when they finished.

"Thank you," James grinned, and asked about the progress with the documents related to transferring his equities to the LLC.

Mr Harrington replied, telling him that everything was fine and that the papers will be ready for him to sign soon.

After a couple more words, Mr Harrington stood up and left.

Not long after Harrington left, James received another important call. And this time, it was from Oceania Private Trustees, the firm overseeing his offshore trust structure.

James picked the call and on the other end of the phone, a calm, professional voice introduced himself.

James responded to the greeting and they started discussing, and the content of their discussion was about the ongoing management strategy for the trust.

James listened carefully, then laid out his instructions:

First, he directed them to allocate the $150 million sitting under Steele Investment Holdings LLC into crypto investments.

Over 50% of it was to go directly into Bitcoin, with the remainder distributed cautiously among promising top-tier altcoins.

Of course, Oceania Private Trustees are naturally the one that will set up infrastructure needed for such huge amount of crypto and they are going to use some of the money for it.

The representative asked James whether the crypto were to be traded daily, but James said no.. What he wants is for the asset to be held until the time is right to sell.

Hearing his answer, the representative told him that for such huge amount of crypto, a custodial wallet with multiple signature will be needed and also a hardware wallet.

After that had been concluded, next, James gave directions regarding the $200 million held by Solara Real Estate Holdings LLC.

He instructed them to use a portion of those funds to create another LLC in Delaware, through which they would begin purchasing high-quality real estate assets across the United States.

Preferably prime properties — downtown apartment complexes, commercial blocks, luxury rental units.

As the trustee representative asked deeper technical questions regarding ownership structures, escrow timelines, and international tax positioning, James kept his responses brief.

"For all the technical structuring, liaise directly with my legal counsel, Mr. Harrington," he said firmly.

"Understood, Mr. Zolomon," came the respectful reply.

By the time the call ended, James leaned back in his chair, with a small and satisfied sigh escaping his lips.

Quiet days weren’t wasted days. Today, from the comfort of his home, he made decisions that involves hundreds of millions of dollars.

***

The days that followed passed swiftly and uneventfully.

James continued his training with Mr Donovan.They worked mercilessly on his short game, bunker shots, and putting discipline.

Every morning and afternoon, James attended whichever gatherings or casual social mixers he was invited to at the club.

He did what needed to be done — making quiet appearances, shaking hands and observing the unspoken hierarchies of the elite world he was climbing into.

Each evening, he tried his best to study. From financial reports, to real estate trend analyses, crypto volatility charts.

He wasn’t doing because he had to yet, but because he knew the time would come when being ready would mean everything.

***

By Saturday morning, James entered the weekly tournament again.

This time, he was paired with a different partner — a competent, if slightly stiff, investment banker from Pasadena.

They played well, and James’ improvement was evident.

His drives were cleaner. His short game tighter. His confidence, once tentative, now crackled beneath the surface like a current.

They didn’t win — finishing third place — but for James, the placement was his improvement.

***

Sunday morning, James woke early, ate a light breakfast, and helped Patty and Leslie get ready.

Today was special — for the first time, they would attend the Family Golf & Brunch event at the club with him and see the country club for themselves.

He had already registered them earlier in the week, making sure every detail was squared away.

After a final check in the mirror, James decided against taking his personal Range Rover. Instead, he chose to drive Patty’s Range Rover.

As they climbed into the car, Patty sat in the front seat and Leslie sat in the back. As James drove to the country club, they all chatted and laughed softly, enjoying themselves.