A Bumpy Road to Power

It's a shame he's acting according to his own wishful thinking. If he can imagine it, how could Dirk Carter not think of it?

"Of course, that's definitely Glenn Walsh's legal property. I never denied that, Mayor Ross. Are you emphasizing this on purpose to make everyone think in that direction?"

Dirk Carter retorted.

Norman Ross was momentarily speechless.

He didn't know how to counter the argument.

Ashlyn Grant observed the situation.

Hurriedly said, "Dirk Carter, don't waste everyone's time with jokes. You said someone entrusted you to smash the car; just tell us who it was. Why all the dodging?"

A chorus of agreement followed.

Dirk Carter smiled slightly.

Turned in Faron Walsh's direction, extended his hand, and pointed at him, saying, "Mayor Walsh, shouldn't you say something now? It was you who called me to smash your son's car, and now you're just watching the show. Isn't that a bit unscrupulous?"

The room buzzed with shock.

Faron Walsh was utterly confused.

This was precisely the issue he wanted to raise.

How could it possibly have been himself who incited Dirk Carter?

He paused for a moment and asked, "What nonsense are you spouting? What do you mean I asked you to smash the car? Do I have a mental problem or what?"

"Hahaha..."

Norman Ross finally released the pent-up frustration.

Burst into laughter.

He said, "Dirk Carter, Dirk Carter, you think we're all idiots, right? You smashed Walsh's son's car and claim he instructed you to do it. How dare you say such things?"

"Indeed, what a ridiculous lie, you're certainly the first to take it to this level."

Ashlyn Grant also sneered.

Indeed.

This kind of response left everyone a bit baffled.

They felt Dirk Carter was starting to speak nonsense.

"Mayor Walsh, these jokes shouldn't be casually made. Last night, it was clearly you who called me to smash your son's car. You're the leader, so I naturally followed orders."

Dirk Carter said.

Faron Walsh slammed the table.

Jumped up in anger, "Dirk Carter! Enough! Do you think this way you can escape legal sanctions? Just because you say I incited it, does it mean I did? Is the law to be trifled with like this?"

"Exactly, you think everyone's a fool here."

Norman Ross echoed with a sarcastic remark.

Dirk Carter sighed.

Said, "Mayor Walsh, your alcohol tolerance really isn't great, just a few drinks, and now you're forgetful. Here's what, if you don't believe it, check your phone's call log, maybe you'll remember."

"I wasn't drunk!"

Faron Walsh blurted out.

Then he took out his phone.

Said, "Fine, you want to see the call record, right? Then I'll show everyone, I want to see how you'll wriggle your way out."

After speaking.

He pressed a few buttons on the phone.

Suddenly.

His gaze froze.

Eyes staring at the screen, his pupils began to contract.

In the next moment, it was noticeable that his breathing started to become rapid.

This process lasted about a dozen seconds.

Faron Walsh gave a bitter smile, patted his forehead, said, "Oh dear, I really drank too much today; even my own calls I can't remember. Yes, yes, yesterday I did ask Mr. Carter to smash my son's car. That's exactly what I told him to do. My son really isn't mindful, and I had the car smashed to prevent him from speeding. What a big joke we've made."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The whole room was shocked.

Mouths wide open, struggling to close them.

Norman Ross was stumped.

He knew if Faron Walsh truly instructed Dirk Carter, he wouldn't make a big fuss out of it.

Such matters can't be joked about.

Even if Faron Walsh was forgetful, he couldn't possibly forget something like this.

Jamal Palmer felt the same.

Internally, he cursed Dirk Carter as a fool.

This dramatic turnaround almost made him choke on his water.

"Old Walsh, have you lost your mind? What do you mean you asked Dirk Carter to smash the car? Are you alright?"

Ashlyn Grant naturally was not convinced.

Moved closer, wanting to see the screen of Faron Walsh's phone.

Faron Walsh quickly tucked the phone into his pocket.

Embarrassedly said, "Indeed it was I who asked Dirk Carter to smash the car; if this matter has any bad impact, I will take responsibility; I will take responsibility, we can't let Mr. Carter be wronged."

With the situation unfolding to this extent.

No one dared say anything more.

Since the person in question admitted to his actions, anyone pursuing further would be defying Faron Walsh.

Jamal Palmer saw the situation.

Immediately laughed aloud, said, "Since it's just Mayor Walsh joking around, then let's drop it. Everyone loosen up; it's about time we all head home and return to our mothers."

This remark allowed everyone a graceful way out.

A bunch of people quickly echoed him.

Honestly speaking, today's reception banquet had quite a series of climaxes.

Everyone indeed enjoyed the drama.

But as for Norman Ross, it left a bitter taste.

First, because Johann Holloway's resignation was linked to Dirk Carter.

Second, because of Faron Walsh's farce.

Not only couldn't he make things difficult for Dirk Carter, but he lost face as well.

This frustration was hard to swallow.

After the meeting.

He was the first to rush out, stomping off angrily.

After bidding farewell.

Everyone left in groups.

Dirk Carter deliberately stayed behind.

He knew someone would definitely come to him.

Sure enough.

Just as he reached the door.

He heard Faron Walsh's voice behind him, "Mayor Carter, wait a moment."

Dirk Carter turned around, smiling, asked, "Mayor Walsh, do you need anything?"

"Let's talk?"

Faron Walsh asked with an unhappy expression.

Dirk Carter smiled slightly, said, "Sure, just the thing to sober up during a walk."

The two walked side by side out of The Grand Sovereign Grand Hotel.

Along the road, they walked for about ten minutes without saying a word. Seeing that no one was around, Faron Walsh suddenly stopped, lowered his voice, and asked, "How much do you know about Vivian Lane's matter?"

Dirk Carter leisurely lit a cigarette.

Took a drag, said, "I know everything, and I also know that the so-called grandson of yours is actually your son, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

Faron Walsh was stunned on the spot.

A look of fear appeared on his face, and even his body began to tremble slightly.

Seeing him silent.

Dirk Carter asked, "Mayor Walsh, what do you think would happen if this matter was told to your son or wife?"

Upon hearing this.

Faron Walsh immediately grabbed Dirk Carter's hand.

He said, "Mayor Carter, don't... don't say anything, please... please don't say anything. I... you... whatever issues arise in Veridia City, I... I, Faron Walsh, will always stand by your side... this matter... you must keep it confidential, please!"

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