A Bumpy Road to Power

Utter humiliation.

It's truly utter humiliation.

In this situation, Ulysses Gomez is almost on the verge of collapse.

Logically speaking, there are still many people in the group who are loyal to him.

But at this moment, no one dares to step up and stop it.

This is exactly the result Garrison Summers wants.

"Garrison, I was wrong, I was wrong, please let my wife go, please let my wife go..."

Finally.

Ulysses Gomez couldn't withstand it anymore.

He pleaded loudly.

"Uncle Gomez, I just said, I gave you a chance, you were useless, you can't blame anyone else."

After saying this.

Garrison Summers placed both hands on Ariella White's hips.

With a gentle tug.

The thin panties were pulled down.

He held up the panties, took a deep sniff beneath his nose.

He said with enjoyment, "I didn't expect it, Auntie smells good down there. I get it, it must be because Uncle Gomez is getting old, not using it often, so the fragrance is still lingering."

After saying this.

He turned to look between Ariella White's overgrown legs.

First gently caressing with his hand.

Then asked, "Auntie, at your age, you're in need. What do you do when you feel itchy? Use toys or just your hand?"

"Garrison Summers, you beast, you'll die a horrible death, let me go..."

Ariella White continued to struggle.

But with all this commotion.

She was already drenched and had no strength left.

Her voice naturally became softer and softer.

By now, it was almost reduced to whimpers.

Such curses were nothing to Garrison Summers.

In front of everyone.

He opened a pack of cigarettes, took out one.

Inserted the filtered end directly into Ariella White's most private part.

Then, with a click, he lit the lighter, bringing the flame towards the other end of the cigarette.

He mumbled, "Auntie, you better not move. If something goes wrong and your hair catches fire, I won't be quick enough to put it out."

When the cigarette was lit.

Garrison Summers took it out.

Surprisingly, he put the filter end into his own mouth.

Took a deep drag.

He said savoringly, "Not bad, not bad, a cigarette with Auntie's fluids tastes great. Do you guys want to try it?"

He was asking all the men present.

They had seen perverse things, but never anyone as perverse as Garrison Summers.

Each of them watched in fright, unsure of what to do.

"I'll ask again, do you want to smoke?"

This time.

Garrison Summers shouted it out.

Everyone shrank back, startled.

They showed timid smiles, saying, "We want to, we want to!"

"Hahaha..."

For this display of authority.

Garrison Summers was very satisfied.

He laughed as he said to Ariella White, "Auntie, really sorry, I'll have to squeeze a bit more juice out of you, everyone wants a smoke."

After saying this.

He took all the remaining cigarettes out.

In front of everyone, he inserted the first one, then another.

Until the gap was stuffed full of cigarettes.

After lighting each one.

He ordered someone to distribute them to everyone present.

When everyone picked up the cigarettes and started smoking, Garrison Summers knew from now on, he had firmly established his ground in The Zenith Group.

He was practically Brett Summers' successor now.

Of course.

He still didn't plan to let Ulysses Gomez go.

After all, as long as that guy was around.

There would always be a threat nearby.

He walked up to the wan Ulysses Gomez.

Holding the last cigarette, he asked, "Uncle Gomez, do you want one? It's soaked in your wife's fluids, smells great, want to try it?"

Splat!

Ulysses Gomez spat out a mouthful of saliva.

It hit Garrison Summers' cheek directly.

Garrison Summers gave a wicked smile.

Took a nearby henchman's sleeve to wipe it off.

He said, "Seems today is not only my dad's funeral but also Uncle Gomez's funeral. But no worries, after you leave, I'll send someone to take good care of your wife. If one man isn't enough, I'll send two, if two aren't enough, I'll send three. If three are still not enough, with our numerous places, I guarantee I'll give your wife a different man every day..."

After laughing.

His face turned gloomy again.

He said, "Take him away."

Everyone trembled with fear.

They all knew.

Once Ulysses Gomez was taken away, it would likely be a permanent separation.

Suddenly, just at this critical moment.

Outside the mourning hall, someone shouted, "Secretary General Carter of the Helios County Committee is here…"

Upon hearing the title.

Garrison Summers' face didn't show much surprise.

He smiled slightly, murmuring, "What should come, has come."

With a wave of his hand.

Ulysses Gomez and Ariella White were swiftly taken away.

At this moment.

Dirk Carter, along with Arlo Yarbrough, appeared at the entrance of the mourning hall.

Garrison Summers immediately went up to greet Dirk Carter.

"Secretary Carter, what brings you here, sorry for not welcoming you sooner..."

Dirk Carter was already at the coffin.

He looked at Brett Summers lying in the casket.

He felt a bit sorrowful inside.

The fall of a formidable figure occurred so hastily; he always thought Brett Summers was his opponent, but before they formally clashed, the guy was done for.

"Did you do it?"

Right away, Dirk Carter asked without hesitation.

Addressing Garrison Summers beside him.

Garrison Summers hadn't expected Dirk Carter to be so straightforward.

He was momentarily stunned.

Then he nodded and said, "I did it, I pushed him into the bath and drowned him."

"Then you might have to come with me."

Dirk Carter said.

Garrison Summers suddenly burst into laughter.

Said, "Secretary Carter really knows how to joke. He's my biological dad; how could it have been me?"

"I'm not joking, I don't like to joke, and I especially don't like joking with you."

Dirk Carter said.

Garrison Summers was taken aback.

Then both his hands formed fists, offering them to Dirk Carter, looking as if he was surrendering.

He tilted his head and said, "Then arrest me, Secretary Carter. But I must remind Secretary Carter that today is my dad's funeral, with all his brothers watching. If you take me away, I am afraid being the Secretary of The County Committee won't be easy for you."

"Are you threatening me?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Garrison Summers shook his head.

Said, "How could I dare to threaten a County Committee Secretary? What kind of person is the County Committee Secretary? Huh? What do you guys think, what kind of person is the County Committee Secretary?"

Garrison Summers exaggeratedly asked his group of lackeys.

"Trash!"

Someone shouted.

Garrison Summers immediately glared at the person who shouted.

Said, "How can you call the County Committee Secretary trash? Even if he is trash, you can't say it out loud. We have to save some face for others, don't we?"

The hall roared with laughter.

The sound of laughter filled the mourning hall.

It seemed like it wasn't a funeral today but a joyful occasion.

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