A Bumpy Road to Power

With Nora Hughes escorting him.

Dirk Carter naturally had no worries along the way.

By the time he reached the airport, it was already getting dark.

Nora drove all the way to the private jet's boarding gate for Dirk.

By then, the crew had already prepared for takeoff.

"Please pass my thanks to the old man for me."

As he got out of the car, Dirk turned and said.

Nora smiled.

And said, "I don't know why the old man likes you so much, there's an indescribable charm about you."

Dirk smiled faintly.

And said, "I will definitely try hard to live up to your admiration."

After saying this.

Dirk turned and boarded the plane.

At the moment Dirk was taking off.

In a secret courtyard in Kenning City, Riverton State.

Elston Houseman, having learned of Dirk Carter's successful departure, hurried to Jethro Houseman's room.

Even before he could speak.

Jethro, who was eating, asked, "Dirk got away? Was it that old man from the Hughes Family who intervened personally?"

"Dad, how do you know everything?"

Elston asked, surprised.

Jethro smiled slightly.

And said, "That old man from the Hughes Family indeed favors Dirk Carter, but I was quite surprised that he could climb out of bed to handle this matter personally."

"Dad, what should we do now? The Hughes Family turned traitor, and even Aurelius Hughes's position as Family Head has been stripped away."

Elston asked.

Jethro smiled slightly.

And said, "This outcome has long been anticipated, but don't worry, even if the Hughes Family rebelled, they wouldn't dare meddle further. Big families, always cautious, can't threaten us. After resolving this, the existence of the Hughes Family is unnecessary."

"What about Dirk Carter? Do we need to intercept him?"

Elston asked.

Jethro sneered and said, "Argentum is our territory, and we couldn't block him there. Do you think there's a chance back in Riverton State? Forget it, don't bother with him. Pack up and head back to Argentum."

"Dad, with the major affair incomplete, why are you asking me to leave?"

Elston asked.

Jethro said, "I owe you an apology for Elihu's matters. Go back and see him. Keep his posthumous affairs simple and try not to draw attention. We owe him, and we'll repay it after a few days."

"Dad, if I leave... no one will be here to take care of you."

"Ha ha, there are so many servants, why would I need you to care for me? Just go back. Once this matter succeeds, Argentum will need someone to coordinate. You deal with things there."

"Alright dad, I'll listen to you."

After saying this.

Elston turned and left.

As his figure disappeared from the courtyard.

Jethro put down his chopsticks.

After pondering for a while.

He called out, "Jay, come in."

A man in his thirties hurried in.

"Leader, what's the matter?"

Jay asked.

Jethro paused and said, "Go and call Edgardo over, the time is almost right, and we should officially start our plan..."

"Okay, leader, I'll go right now."

Jay finished speaking and hurriedly left.

Jethro turned around.

In the center of the hall, there was a statue of a Bodhisattva.

He lit three sticks of incense and worshipped sincerely, then inserted the incense sticks.

With his hands together, he murmured words that were inaudible.

After finishing this ritual.

He picked up his cane and slowly walked out of the room, heading directly to the secret meeting room...

At eight o'clock in the evening.

Dirk landed at the airport.

Ewan Forrest was already waiting in the car.

As expected, Jethro hadn't chosen to act in Riverton State, it seemed he wasn't worried about the goal Dirk intended for this trip.

"Did you get any news from Elysia State?"

On entering the car, Dirk asked.

Ewan nodded and said, "Two hours ago, The Leopard Cat sent word that Yvonne Donovan is trapped, and she can't get close to Old Donovan yet but is still thinking of a way."

This was not good news.

The Donovan Family has a military background.

If they take action, the military's interference will be the biggest obstacle.

With Yvonne Donovan still unsettled, another stone weighed heavily in his heart again.

He could only leave it to fate.

With a long sigh.

He said, "Let's go to The Empyrean Palace."

The trip to Argentum was fraught with danger, thinking back on it felt terrifying, and his body still hurt. All of this was just the prelude to the storm; the real storm hadn't begun yet.

"Miss, Dirk Carter is back."

At the office door, Basilio Sinclair asked Clara Carter.

Clara instantly stood up excitedly.

Upon seeing Dirk slowly walk in, she asked strangely, "Where's Boyd? Isn't he coming to see me?"

"Miss..."

Basilio called out with sorrow.

Clara felt a chill.

Looking at Dirk, he was expressionless, appearing heavily injured, even swaying as he walked.

"Dirk, where's Boyd Linden? Is he tired and resting early?"

Clara forced a smile inquiring.

By now, Dirk was already in front of her.

He'd been contemplating how to break the news to Clara, but before he finished organizing his words, the journey was over.

In any case, it had to be faced.

He paused, speaking with a choked voice, "Sorry, I couldn't bring Boyd back."

"It's okay, it's okay, captured is captured—after this matter concludes, we'll find a way to rescue him. As long as he's safe."

However, at this moment, Clara had already understood something.

Yet, she still refused to accept it.

That's why she said those words.

"What I meant was..."

Dirk wanted to continue.

Clara stopped him by placing her hand over his mouth.

And said, "I see you're seriously hurt too, come, sit down, I'll brew you some tea, I'll brew you tea..."

After pulling Dirk to sit down.

Clara started to brew tea in a flurry.

Her hands were trembling throughout.

She either shattered the teacup or took the wrong tea leaves. When the cover bowl slipped out of hand and shattered on the ground, the tears she forcibly held back finally couldn't stop, flowing endlessly.

She collapsed on the floor.

And covered her face with her hands.

The soft cries sounded heartbreaking.

Basilio wanted to approach.

But was stopped by Dirk.

"It's okay, go about your business, I'll handle this."

Dirk said.

Basilio nodded and, before leaving, glanced back several times worriedly.

Dirk didn't interrupt Clara's lament, instead, he helped her up from the floor and pulled her into his arms.

No one knew how long it lasted.

Only knew that his chest clothes were soaked several times.

Finally, Clara's sobs gradually calmed.

She raised her swollen eyes, looking at Dirk and asked, "We will avenge him, right?"

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