A Bumpy Road to Power

"The leader is about to leave, and he wants to see you before he goes."

Anton Lewis said.

"Of course, Secretary Lewis, please."

Dirk Carter said.

The two of them left the Municipal Government Building.

But they didn't go to the front door; instead, they went directly to the rear entrance of the courtyard.

A car was parked there.

Anton Lewis took the initiative to open the door, and Bohdan Sherwood was sitting inside.

After Dirk Carter got into the car.

Anton Lewis helped close the car door.

No one knows what they talked about.

That conversation lasted for about half an hour, and when Dirk Carter stepped out of the car, the gears of his destiny began to turn at that very moment.

Two days later.

In a private ward at Veridia City's First People's Hospital.

Jethro Houseman was standing by the bed, stretching his muscles.

After getting severely beaten by Dirk Carter last time, it took him two days of lying in bed to recover.

Even so, some parts of his body still ached faintly.

Of course, he wasn't the only person in the hospital room.

There were also two young men in black suits sitting there.

These people were sent from above.

Just as he had told Dirk Carter before, once his body recovered, he would be sent to Argentum for soft detention. Although the remaining days would lose their freedom, he was old enough not to find freedom that important anymore.

With a creak.

The door to the hospital room was suddenly pushed open.

The two guards inside the room stood up and left.

Jethro Houseman thought it was just a shift change and didn't pay much attention.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind, startling him.

"Seems like you're recovering well."

The person speaking was none other than Dirk Carter.

Jethro Houseman jolted.

He instinctively reached out to protect his head, saying nervously, "Don't you dare try anything; if you touch me again, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Relax, I'm not a violent person, Dirk Carter. One beating is enough; there's no need for a second one."

After saying this.

Dirk Carter sat down in the chair where the guards were previously seated, crossing his legs.

Upon hearing that Dirk Carter wouldn't use force.

Jethro Houseman finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His face once again showed a proud expression, and he sneered, "You're not here to send me off, are you?"

Dirk Carter waved his hand and said, "Just here for a chat. We've crossed paths so many times, and we might not see each other again. Suddenly feeling a bit lonely."

"Dirk Carter, don't get too cocky. Our matter isn't over yet, and I, Jethro Houseman, haven't fallen yet. Bringing down the mighty Houseman Family in one night isn't easy; our family has many disciples. We'll play this game slowly, and as long as I'm still breathing, you, Dirk Carter, won't have good days ahead."

"Oh, really? I beg to differ—I don't think you'll get the chance to return to the Houseman Family."

Dirk Carter said.

"Hahaha..."

Jethro Houseman burst into laughter.

He said, "I know our country's political system better than you do. I've been in power all my life. Do you think the state would dare to easily take action against someone like me? Those people at the top won't dare expose what happened in Veridia City; they have no reason to act against me."

"You're right; this matter did indeed hit a sore spot. It's an embarrassing situation that they don't dare expose. But don't you think with all the evil you've done, there must be something that could send you to hell?"

"Hahaha... You think you can dig up dirt on me? Dream on! What level am I, and what level are you? Do you think I have any incriminating evidence in your hands? Dirk Carter, you know, there are times I truly don't understand where you get your confidence from."

Jethro Houseman said disdainfully.

Dirk Carter didn't argue.

He slapped his hands on his thighs.

And stood up.

He said, "Mr. Houseman, let me introduce you to a friend."

After saying that.

He called out to the doorway, "Come in."

Upon his call.

The hospital room door opened again.

A graceful woman in a trench coat slowly walked in.

She walked up to Dirk Carter's side.

Her eyes stared fixedly at Jethro Houseman.

You could sense the anger and murderous intent in her gaze.

"Do you recognize her?"

Dirk Carter asked Jethro Houseman.

Jethro Houseman squinted at her for a few moments and laughed, "What's this? You plan to use a honey trap on these old bones? Isn't that too silly?"

"Let me introduce her: her name is Claire Kane."

Dirk Carter pointed to Claire Kane and said.

"Claire Kane? Who is that?"

Jethro Houseman clearly hadn't remembered yet.

At that point, Claire Kane couldn't hold back any longer and said through gritted teeth, "My father is Ronan Kane."

When the name Ronan Kane was spoken.

Jethro Houseman, who had been very calm, suddenly shivered.

He, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly sat upright and exclaimed, "What? You're Ronan Kane's daughter?"

"Are you surprised to see me? Did you think I was already dead?"

Claire Kane asked coldly.

Taking a sharp breath.

Jethro Houseman steadied his mind.

He slowly sat down again and said, "What does whether you're dead or alive have to do with me? Are you supposed to be important to me?"

"Whether she's important or not, Mr. Houseman knows well. Why? Does hearing that name make you a bit afraid?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Jethro Houseman snorted coldly.

He said, "Am I afraid? What have I got to be afraid of? The Ronan Kane case was settled long ago; Ronan Kane is dead, and the involved party Arnold Fuller is also dead. Can this case be reopened?"

Upon hearing this.

Dirk Carter said calmly with his hands behind his back, "When I first heard about this case, I wondered why Arnold Fuller needed to die. Because it's simple—he must've had evidence that threatened the Houseman Family, so he had to die. Arnold Fuller was the key to the whole case; once he died, this matter was concluded, right?"

Dirk Carter's words brought a triumphant smile to Jethro Houseman's face.

In his view, the Ronan Kane case no longer had any breakthrough.

"It's a pity, though—after all, you overlooked one point. Arnold Fuller was no fool; he was very shrewd. After Ronan Kane's death, he realized he might be in trouble, so before he was murdered, he sent an international email to his son living in Coronia. This email contained a ledger, detailing the years of bribes he paid you and recording how you used him to embezzle Dunemore City's state assets."

Buzz!

As soon as Dirk Carter finished speaking.

Jethro Houseman, seated, shuddered suddenly.

It was as if a powerful electric current ran through his entire body.

His pupils contracted.

Evidently.

At that moment, he began to feel fear.

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