World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 126: Practicing Golfing

The next morning, soft rays of sunlight crept through the windows of James’ room, casting a golden hue over the walls and bed.

James stirred slightly beneath the covers, his body still a little heavy from sleep. With a small groan, he reached out blindly for his phone on the nightstand.

The moment the screen lit up, his grogginess vanished as he saw that he got a text message from Natasha.

"Good morning, my James 😍😍🥰🥰❤️❤️💓💞💗💕😘😘"

James stared at the message for a moment. The emojis were playful and a little chaotic, but they carried a genuine warmth that sank straight into his chest.

A soft smile bloomed across his face, and he chuckled to himself.

"She’s sweet," he muttered to himself, as he tapped out a reply with sleepy fingers:

"Good morning, Nat. 💓

I hope you slept well."

Just seconds after hitting send, his phone buzzed again.

Natasha had replied immediately:

"I slept great. You must’ve slipped into my dreams, because I woke up smiling like crazy. Have a nice day, my heartthrob 😘🥰."

James stared at the message, his smile deepening. His chest warmed up, but not in a fiery way, like lust or desire. But in a soft, glowing way, like comfort and belonging.

He ran his thumb lightly over the screen, then typed out a final reply:

"You too, Nat. Light the world up with your beauty and lovely smiles today 💓🌹."

After sending the message, he dropped the phone gently onto the bed and sat up, stretching with a long yawn.

He never thought that such cheesy words would come from him some day. But what can he say? Love make people do things they never thought possible.

He smiled foolishly as he ran a hand through his messy hair and made his way to the bathroom.

He will be meeting with Mr Donovan by 2pm today at Beverly Hills Country Club, and he has to start making preparations after breakfast.

He will also be leaving early and make sure he arrived earlier than the meeting time. And he feels that thirty minutes is good enough.

After he was done taking his bath and drying himself up, he put in some casual clothes.

His outfit for the meeting is his golf attire, and he will put it on when he’s about to leave.

He walked to the door and opened it, and he saw Leslie standing there, smiling.

When she saw him, she smiled and hugged him tightly and she enveloped his lips in a deep kiss.

James hugged and kissed her back.

A couple of seconds later, they pulled away and Leslie giggled.

"That was a hell of a greeting," James smiled after pulling away.

Hearing what James said, Leslie smiled shyly, and quickly buried her red face in James’ chest.

James smiled and caressed her hair. They stayed like that for a few seconds, before Leslie pulled away, stole a quick kiss from his lips and rushed downstairs.

James smiled and shook his head when he saw Leslie’s action. And he made his way downstairs.

As he made his way downstairs, the familiar mouthwatering aroma of Patty’s cooking rushed into his nose, causing his stomach to grumble.

When he got to the kitchen, he saw that they were already done making breakfast and were now setting the table.

He smiled as he walked to Patty and gave her a quick peck.

"Good morning, Patty. How was your night," he greeted.

"Good morning, honey. My night was wonderful. How was yours?" Patty greeted back.

"Excellent," James replied, as he took his seat at the dining table.

A few minutes later, Patty and Leslie were done setting the table, and the three of them started eating.

They ate their breakfast in silence, but the atmosphere was warm and filled with emotions.

After James was done eating, he thanked Patty, giving her a quick peck on the cheek, before going to his room.

He wants to start making preparations for his meeting with Mr Donovan. And by preparations, he meant by going on YouTube, watching tutorials on how to play golf.

The reason why he wants to do this is become familiar with the sport and build a foundation in it. As it is, he hasn’t swung a golf in his life and he has no idea on how to properly hold a golf club.

Heck! He had no idea that there are different types of gold clubs. If it wasn’t for Mr Chris, who helped him to pick out his full set, he wouldn’t had known which to pick.

James walked into his room and quietly shut the door behind him. He walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out the golf bag that contained his full set of clubs — sleek, shiny, and almost untouched.

He unzipped the bag slowly and pulled out one of the golf clubs, gripping it tightly in his hands.

He walked to the center of the room, where there was quite a bit of space, and propped his phone up nearby.

With a few taps, he opened YouTube and searched for beginner golf tutorials. The screen came alive with calm-voiced instructors, demonstrating grip techniques, swing posture, and foot positioning.

James studied every movement closely, eyes narrowed in focus. He tried to imitate what he saw — gripping the club, shifting his stance, practicing his swings.

The first few attempts were awkward. His stance was off, his grip too tight, his movement stiff. The club twisted wrong in his hand, and his imaginary shots were weak or too wild.

But James wasn’t the type to give up.

He watched more videos, slowed them down, and practiced again — this time adjusting his feet, loosening his grip, paying attention to the rhythm and form instead of force.

With each swing, he felt himself improving.

What started as clumsy repetition became smoother. His movements started to flow naturally. His shoulders relaxed, his timing sharpened, and the weight of the club began to feel like an extension of his arm.

For all he knew, he might be doing utter rubbish but this was better than nothing.

Before he knew it, time slipped away — the sun outside his window had climbed high, and it was already past 1 PM.

Satisfied with his progress, James exhaled slowly, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. He placed the club back into the golf bag and zipped it up. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

He walked into the bathroom and took a long, refreshing shower. The water washed away the tension in his muscles, replacing it with calmness and sharp focus.

After drying off, he walked back into the room, opened his wardrobe again, and pulled out his full golf outfit — a tailored white polo shirt, sleek grey slacks, a slim leather belt, and a crisp cap. He threw them on piece by piece, then stepped in front of the mirror.

He adjusted his collar, tugged his sleeves, and straightened his cap. He looked perfect.

Satisfied with his look, he walked to the nightstand, picked up the Range Rover Autobiography key fob and his phone, and his golf bag on the floor, and stepped out of the room.

As he came down the stairs, Patty and Leslie looked up from the living area and were surprised to see him fully dressed in golf attire, bag slung over his shoulder.

But they didn’t ask any questions — they only smiled warmly.

"Good luck, sweetheart," Patty said with a proud smile.

"All the best," Leslie added, her voice soft, eyes sparkling.

James nodded silently, a faint smile on his lips. He appreciated their quiet support.

He walked to the garage, stepped into the Range Rover, and started the engine. The deep, quiet purr of the SUV filled the space.

He backed out of the garage, the automatic gates swinging open smoothly ahead of him.

And just like that, he drove off — heading straight to Bel Air Country Club.