A Bumpy Road to Power

In order to better be with Noah Forrest.

A few years ago, Johann Holloway secretly found a way to transfer his wife to Crestview County as the deputy principal of the Party School.

This way.

Barrett Fletcher couldn't keep an eye on Johann Holloway all the time.

Johann Holloway bought a large flat in Veridia Gardens in Veridia City, under Noah Forrest's name.

A gilded cage to hide the beauty.

Every now and then.

He would come here and spend time with Noah Forrest.

Speaking of which.

Claire Kane found an envelope on the small cart.

After opening it, she shook out a large pile of photos.

Dirk Carter casually picked one up and looked at it; it was a secretly taken "intimate photo" of Johann Holloway and Noah Forrest.

There were images of the two entering and leaving hotels together.

There were also scenes of them cuddling and whispering sweet nothings.

There were even some taken from tricky angles, documenting Johann Holloway and Noah Forrest sharing intimate moments.

It seems Claire Kane indeed put in the effort to gather the backgrounds of these corrupt officials.

"Can I take a few of these?"

Dirk Carter pointed at the photos and asked.

Claire Kane waved her hand and said, "Of course, they were prepared for you, you can use them however you like."

Dirk Carter put the photos back into the envelope and kept it.

Asked, "Do you also have information on the others?"

A sly smile flashed across Claire Kane's face.

Said, "From the provincial level down to the county level, as long as they have skeletons in their closet, I have dirt on them. I've told you, I can help you quickly establish yourself in Veridia City."

"Looks like you've done a lot over the past decade."

Dirk Carter said.

Claire Kane's face suddenly turned cold as ice.

Looking at the empty office, she murmured, "Yeah, it's been ten years, and Mom and Dad are still not at peace."

Seemingly feeling she was about to cry again.

Claire Kane sniffled.

Said, "Alright, let's not talk about this, it's so late, do you need me to arrange a room for you to rest?"

"Forget it, the rooms here are too luxurious, I'm not used to it."

"I can have Aurora accompany you, aren't you quite fond of her?"

Claire Kane asked.

Dirk Carter laughed heartily.

Said, "Looks like you don't know everything after all."

"We have over a hundred women at The Empyrean Palace, just let me know who catches your eye, I'll have Basilio Sinclair arrange it, guaranteed satisfaction."

Claire Kane said boldly.

Dirk Carter said nothing.

He started to scan Claire Kane with his eyes.

Claire Kane flinched.

Seemingly realizing something.

Covered her nightgown and said, "I gave you your chance, you didn't want it, sorry, now there's no chance."

Dirk Carter didn't speak.

After a while.

He pulled out a small medicine jar from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table.

"What's this?"

Claire Kane asked suspiciously.

Dirk Carter slightly smiled and said, "Since you know me well, you should know I'm pretty skilled in medicine. The last time I saw you, I noticed your health wasn't great, probably because you haven't been getting any sun for years. These pills are my concoction; they can help fortify your base energy and strengthen your bones, but they only treat symptoms, not the root cause. If you have time, try getting some more sun."

After saying this.

Dirk Carter turned and left.

Bang.

The office door closed.

Claire Kane picked up the small medicine jar, examined it, and for some reason, felt a surge of emotion deep inside.

...

After leaving The Empyrean Palace, it was around ten-thirty in the evening.

There was a car picking him up when he came.

When leaving, Basilio Sinclair originally wanted to arrange a car to send him.

But Dirk Carter thought of Boyd Linden's face and lost interest.

Said he wanted to go home by himself.

Basilio Sinclair didn't push.

Walking along the road for a while.

Dirk Carter found a quiet intersection.

Preparing to hail a taxi.

After waiting about three to four minutes.

Three roaring sports cars slowly stopped in front of him.

All three were Mercedes AMG GT sports cars, identical except for the body color.

Market price would be in the range of over a million each.

The driver and passenger doors of the three cars practically opened simultaneously.

Dirk Carter took a closer look, and indeed, it's a small world, stepping down from the driver's seat was none other than Young Master Walsh, the T-Rex.

Originally, Dirk Carter didn't know who this Young Master Walsh character was.

But he had previously asked Basilio Sinclair.

Young Master Walsh is named Derick Walsh, the son of Faron Walsh, a member of the municipal standing committee and deputy mayor.

Coming down from the passenger seat.

Was a heavily made-up, scantily clad young woman.

Head to toe.

Only a piece of cloth smaller than a bath towel covering her.

If the upper body cloth slid down a bit more, those grapes on the white rabbits would be exposed.

If the lower body cloth lifted a bit more, the great prairie would get some fresh air.

The two cars behind were the same.

A combination of one man and one woman.

The men were all young and arrogant.

The women were all brazenly ostentatious.

"Oh, who is this? Who is this? What a coincidence, isn't there a saying, something like 'enemies are bound to meet,' right? What are you doing standing here, waiting for a taxi?"

Derick Walsh exaggeratedly held the waist of his female companion.

Swaying as he approached Dirk Carter.

His words were full of provocation and arrogance.

Dirk Carter wasn't interested in paying him any mind.

He saw a taxi slowly approaching, so he reached out to flag it down.

As the taxi slowed down and prepared to approach, Derick Walsh suddenly extended his hand, pointed at the driver, and shouted, "Scram, if you dare stop, I'll crush you."

In such a situation.

The taxi didn't dare cause trouble.

And sped off with a burst of acceleration.

"What do you want?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Three men and three women.

Surrounded Dirk Carter.

Derick Walsh said, "What do I want? You've forgotten, we still have some scores to settle, don't we? We're not at the entrance of The Empyrean Palace now, seems like no one dares to back you anymore? Basilio Sinclair places so much importance on you, I thought you were some big shot, turns out, you're just a poor nobody."

After speaking.

He patted the hood of the sports car with his hand.

Shouted, "Have you ever sat in such a nice sports car? If you haven't, wanna go for a spin with me? I'll show you what the life of a rich person is like."

"Hahaha..."

The others laughed along.

"Yeah, let you see the world."

"Hillbilly, country bumpkin, look at the cheap clothes he's wearing, so tacky."

"He looks like a penniless guy."

The women joined in agreeing.

This made Derick Walsh even more smug.

Pulled out a bag from the car.

Randomly dug inside.

Took out a wad of cash, probably a few thousand.

Waved it in front of Dirk Carter and said, "How about we make a deal, you kneel here right now, call me big brother, say 'I was wrong,' and this money is yours."

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