A Bumpy Road to Power

Meanwhile,

Norman Ross, who had been frazzled all day, pushed open a door...

Dirk Carter guessed correctly.

Norman Ross didn't have the guts to kill someone.

When he first heard that Dirk Carter had dealt with Terrence Hall, he was quite pleased.

But around ten o'clock this morning,

news of Terrence Hall's suicide reached his ears.

He immediately sensed something amiss.

Dirk Carter certainly had no reason to kill, he still needed Terrence Hall's help to accuse Clark Fletcher.

Jamal Palmer and Clark Fletcher indeed had murder suspicions.

However, with his understanding of the two men, neither had the guts for it; after all, the risks and costs of murder are too high.

Jamal Palmer had a fallback, he could let Clark Fletcher bear all the consequences when there was no escape.

Clark Fletcher was even less likely.

Even if he had a motive, he didn't have the capability to accomplish it.

Since he could think of this basic logic,

naturally others could figure it out too.

Then among the remaining people, he instead became the most suspicious one.

Therefore, when Kent Hamilton asked him what to do next, he himself was undecided and could only wait without taking action.

This matter was too significant.

A single mishandling...

could potentially result in mutual destruction.

Waiting and waiting, until around nine in the evening, Norman Ross received a call asking him to come to this place.

As he pushed the door open,

the room was dark.

Only in the corner was a dim desk lamp.

Next to the lamp was a sofa, on which sat a person, almost only a silhouette could be made out.

"What's going on? How did Terrence Hall die? Was it you guys?"

As soon as he saw this person,

Norman Ross started to complain.

The person pointed to the sofa opposite and said, "Mayor Ross, please sit!"

"I won't sit, if you don't give me a satisfactory answer today, I won't let this go with you!"

Although he sounded quite confident,

in truth, upon seeing this person, deep down, Norman Ross was apprehensive.

"Mayor Ross, please sit!"

The shadow repeated slowly.

This time, Norman Ross didn't dare to resist.

He obediently sat down.

As if to save face, he said angrily, "Terrence Hall can't die, don't you know he can't die? If he dies, everyone will think it was me, what are we supposed to do then?"

"They'll think it was you, but in reality, was it you?"

"Of course not!"

Norman Ross quickly replied.

The shadow laughed heartily.

Then said, "Since it wasn't Mayor Ross, why are you in such a hurry?"

"That's not how it is, don't you understand the blaming of thousands, a mouthful of spit from everyone could drown me. If those above investigate, even if it wasn't me, wouldn't it still end up a mess?"

"Those above? Oh... I forgot to tell Mayor Ross a piece of news, this afternoon, Governor Shaw has taken office, and tomorrow morning, he'll be coming to Veridia City for research."

As soon as these words were spoken,

Norman Ross shuddered in realization.

"Wasn't it said..."

Before he could finish,

the other already knew what he wanted to say.

Interrupted him and said, "The situation is special, so it's been advanced."

Norman Ross instantly understood.

Asked, "Governor Shaw because... because of this matter?"

The shadow didn't reply.

He smiled and asked, "Mayor Ross, is there anything else you're worried about?"

Norman Ross shook his head.

Asked, "So what do I need to do?"

"Governor Shaw is not aware of Terrence Hall's death, so during tomorrow's research, someone needs to remind Governor Shaw."

The shadow said.

This statement didn't need to be too explicit.

After all, he was a mayor.

He could understand.

Did Rasco Shaw really not know about this?

Of course, he knew.

He just had to feign ignorance to quell rumors.

So the shadow's intention was to keep this matter under wraps for now and let Norman Ross casually mention it during the research tomorrow when Rasco Shaw arrives in Veridia City.

As a governor, Rasco Shaw naturally had to inquire.

This way,

the matter could be investigated smoothly.

The State Commission for Discipline Inspection would have to intervene.

Regardless of Dirk Carter or Jamal Palmer, they would be toppled in one go, and no one would rise again by then.

"If... if Jamal Palmer falls, then I..."

Norman Ross hesitated mid-sentence.

He also believed that the shadow opposite him could understand what he meant to ask.

"Mayor Ross, rest assured, your contributions have been noted above, you will not be shortchanged."

With these words,

the previous gloom was swept away.

Replaced by smug satisfaction.

...

Of course,

tonight was doomed to be a sleepless night.

Another party would not be sleeping either.

This person was naturally Jamal Palmer.

The death of Terrence Hall was also quite a surprise for him.

When he heard the news,

his legs trembled.

He first made a call to Clark Fletcher to inquire about the situation.

Clark Fletcher naturally wasn't the culprit, but he was also quite frightened.

After confirming none of his people was responsible, he learned that Dirk Carter had entered the detention room at the police station and chatted with Terrence Hall that evening; thinking back, apprehension and fear gripped him.

Inevitably,

his suspect was also Norman Ross.

Because the result was unfavorable to him and Dirk Carter, but for Norman Ross, there were only advantages and no disadvantages.

However, he couldn't do anything.

No matter what he did, it would amplify his suspicion.

Ultimately,

he called up Clark Fletcher and took him to a hotel where he paid for their meal.

The purpose of the meal was simple.

With Terrence Hall's death, Norman Ross's side would undoubtedly exert pressure on him.

So those above would surely follow Terrence Hall's clues and demand Clark Fletcher place all the blame on Terrence Hall; if absolutely necessary, Clark Fletcher would have to shoulder the responsibility.

He had only one requirement.

At the most critical moment, he mustn't be implicated.

Clark Fletcher was originally a minor figure.

Thanks to Jamal Palmer's support, he climbed to where he was today.

He wasn't stupid.

As long as Jamal Palmer was fine, he had hope.

If Jamal Palmer fell,

then he would follow him to hell.

After figuring this out,

he raised his glass.

And said to Jamal Palmer, "Glenn, don't worry, everything I have today is because of you; I promise that if things reach the worst, I'll voluntarily take all the responsibility to ensure nothing connects to you."

"Good!"

Jamal Palmer shouted loudly.

He too lifted his glass.

And said to Clark Fletcher, "Fletcher, I didn't misjudge a brother in you. Here's to the drink!"

After saying this,

he downed it heartily in one gulp.

Amidst the clinking of glasses,

the two had drunk quite a bit.

Both were slightly tipsy.

Just then, there came a thud, thud, thud, a series of knocks on the door.

The sudden knocking startled Jamal Palmer.

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