A Bumpy Road to Power

Brett Summers, ever since he took over The Zenith Distillery, has been a figure with immense influence in Helios County. Yet today, he met his end in his beloved private spa.

At over fifty, he still looked like he was in his thirties or forties.

Unfortunately.

No matter how good one's preservation methods are, they can't beat human greed.

He spent a lifetime as a dominant force.

Only to die at the hands of his only biological son in the end.

No matter how you look at it, it's quite lamentable.

"Hahaha, he's dead, he's dead, look at him, Brett Summers is dead..."

Garrison Summers seemed to be in a frenzy.

Pointing at Brett Summers floating on the water, he cried and laughed at the same time.

Then, his gaze fell on Penny Sullivan.

At that moment.

Penny Sullivan shivered.

She stretched out her hand.

With a ripping sound, she unzipped her pencil skirt.

As the skirt fell.

Her body, which never wore underwear, was exposed in front of Garrison Summers.

Penny Sullivan twisted her body.

Pressing her soft, pliant breasts directly against Garrison Summers' arm, moving up and down.

Then.

She wrapped her arms around his arm.

Pulling him over to the side of the chair.

Her hands gently pressed Garrison Summers into the chair.

Then she knelt down.

Holding her proud round breasts with both hands, she clamped them around the "live creature" between his legs.

After rubbing up and down for a moment.

She released.

And opened her mouth to swallow his stiff member.

At this moment, Garrison Summers needed to release, and under Penny Sullivan's service, he couldn't help but let out a moan.

It seemed he wasn't satisfied with just this.

He grabbed Penny Sullivan's hair and stood up.

Slapped her on the buttocks.

Penny Sullivan understood and propped her hands on the table, raising her butt high.

Garrison Summers contentedly approached her from behind.

Lifted the gun barrel, aimed at the target, and with a thrust of his waist, achieved union.

Her body was repeatedly hit.

In front of her was Brett Summers' corpse floating in the pool.

The fear from the bottom of her heart made Penny Sullivan tremble uncontrollably.

But for the perverted Garrison Summers, it was a double thrill for both mind and body.

Feeling his waist start to go numb.

Garrison Summers stopped his movements.

Patted Penny Sullivan's waist.

She knew what he wanted to do.

Quickly kneeling down.

She handled Garrison Summers' gun barrel with her hand.

Seeing his expression distort.

Then.

A thick stream of fluid erupted.

Covering her face.

As the liquid flowed down.

Penny Sullivan deliberately stuck out her tongue to lick it.

This display satisfied Garrison Summers.

He reached out and patted her head, saying, "Not bad, not bad, now that you've swallowed my seed, you're mine. You know what to do from now on, right?"

"Don't worry, President Summers, from now on, Penny belongs to you." She replied timidly.

Seeing Garrison Summers was done.

A subordinate walked in.

Lifting Hawkeye off the ground, asking, "Brother Gang, what should we do with this guy?"

"Just find a place to bury him, make sure it's clean." Garrison Summers said, slumped in the chair.

"Yes!" They lifted Hawkeye and left.

"You go out too." Garrison Summers said to Penny Sullivan.

She bowed slightly and then left the bathroom.

At this moment.

In the vast bath pool.

Only Garrison Summers remained.

Or rather, there was only one living person left.

After all, in the center of the pool, Brett Summers still floated.

"Come in." He called out without even turning his head, as if he anticipated something.

The sound of leather shoes on the ground echoed.

Walking in was none other than Jabez Shaw.

Seeing Brett Summers on the water, he was first shocked and then quickly calmed down.

"Congratulations, Mr. Summers, on taking over The Zenith Group. From now on, Helios County is yours." Jabez Shaw respectfully said.

Garrison Summers slowly turned his head, casting a glance at Jabez.

He said, "I heard you've been in quite a mess with The County Committee lately."

"Dirk..."

Saying these two words.

Feeling it wasn't appropriate.

Jabez Shaw quickly corrected, "President Summers, Dirk Carter, that kid is too cunning. He secretly colluded with Hawkeye and controlled those grassroots officers, putting me in a passive position. But your intervention came just in time, clearing all my troubles."

"Really cleared them all?" Garrison Summers asked.

Jabez was taken aback.

He said, "If President Summers could personally step in, it would be even better."

Garrison Summers yawned.

He said, "Forget about him for now. Let's arrange the funeral first. Once it's over, I'll deal with him properly. As for a small County Committee secretary, I'd like to see how long he can flutter."

"Thanks a lot, President Summers." Jabez said with a pleased expression.

Early the next morning.

The news of Brett Summers' death spread throughout the streets of Helios County.

To be honest.

For the residents of Helios County, it was exciting news.

So many years had passed, and numerous families had been ruined because of Brett Summers.

Some people even set off firecrackers early in the morning to celebrate this thrilling moment.

They didn't know, after Brett Summers.

Helios County welcomed an even more terrifying demon.

The official news stated.

Brett Summers drowned in a private bath.

A complete accident.

Early in the morning.

Many cars descended from the highway into Helios County.

All arriving promptly to mourn Brett Summers.

The lobby of The Zenith Group headquarters had been transformed into a funeral hall.

The hall was filled with chrysanthemums.

A huge black-and-white photo hung in the center.

In the middle, a coffin was placed.

Inside lay the fallen Brett Summers.

The distillery's executives stood in a line.

Another line consisted of Brett Summers' brothers and friends over the years.

Their expressions were complex.

Some, of course, already knew the real reason for Brett Summers' death, but none dared to avenge him.

Everyone knew, Garrison Summers was a ruthless character who wouldn't bat an eye before killing.

At this time.

The funeral music played inside the hall.

But amidst the music, faint sounds of a woman's moan could be heard.

The sound came from behind the funeral hall.

"Brother Gang, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, you're too powerful, you're indeed too powerful..."

The woman panted and moaned.

Though the voice wasn't loud.

It was audible enough for those inside the hall.

Behind the altar where the portrait was hung.

Garrison Summers sat on a chair with his pants down.

A woman, completely naked, was sitting between his legs, moving up and down.

Her large breasts bounced with her movement.

It was quite a sight.

This was Brett Summers' funeral.

And Garrison Summers, as his only son, was doing such a thing right behind his father's altar, a profound irony indeed.

Worse yet.

The woman "engaged" with him was one of his father's mistresses.

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