novelraw Chapter 443 443: Pile of Money
Chapter 443 443: Pile of Money
"Alright, alright, it's just that the road to Blackstone Town is quite far, and I also need to check if anyone else has any other arrangements this afternoon."
Brady Young stammered as he spoke.
Dirk Carter nodded and said, "Then go ahead."
Brady Young hurriedly left the room.
He didn't return to his office but instead went straight to Randolph Griffin's office and knocked on the door.
Randolph Griffin happened to be discussing matters with Fridolin Golding and Hugh Ford.
Seeing Brady Young enter,
Randolph Griffin frowned and asked, "Director Young, what's the matter? You look flustered."
Brady Young swallowed and said, "Hello leaders, Minister Carter said... said he's going to Blackstone Town for research?"
All three were taken aback simultaneously.
Hugh Ford asked, "Does Dirk Carter know about Genevieve?"
Brady Young shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be. He hasn't met anyone else today."
"A mere coincidence perhaps?"
Fridolin Golding tentatively asked.
Randolph Griffin, with a sullen face, said, "He's the Minister. If we try to stop him, it would seem suspicious. Let's arrange for him to go. Fridolin, accompany Dirk Carter. We will make the necessary arrangements if anything arises."
"Will there be any issues?"
Fridolin Golding asked worriedly.
Hugh Ford smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, with that person helping, nothing will go wrong in this matter. You just accompany him. If anything does happen, that person will help resolve it."
These words instilled confidence in everyone.
Around ten thirty in the morning.
Two cars drove out of the Municipal Committee Compound.
Heading towards Blackstone Town.
This trip to Blackstone Town, Dirk Carter only intended to get a feel of the situation, unaware that he was about to experience a catastrophe.
From the sixth-floor window of the Municipal Government Building, a pair of eyes were fixedly watching the two cars drive away.
Cornell Morgan's calm face showed a hint of a smile.
"They left?"
A voice asked from behind.
Cornell Morgan turned back, nodded, and said, "Yes, they've left, and Fridolin Golding is accompanying them."
On the sofa sat two middle-aged men.
One of them was none other than the long-absent Secretary Jeff Hughes of the Koryn City Committee.
Jeff Hughes was 47 this year, but he appeared to be only around forty, with an elegant and refined appearance.
The other man was about fifty years old.
He wore a neat suit and his leather shoes sparkled.
On his wrist was an expensive watch, worth at least several hundred thousand.
Hearing Cornell Morgan's words, he smiled and said to Jeff Hughes, "Secretary Hughes, quite a strategy you have. After laying this trap for three months, someone has finally fallen into it."
Jeff Hughes replied leisurely, "In chess, you need to make every piece feel like it's the most crucial link. If they don't act, no one else will, so they'll charge forward, help me annihilate every enemy without a trace."
Hearing this,
the man in the suit laughed heartily, then took a key and a piece of paper from his pocket.
He pushed them in front of Jeff Hughes.
He said, "Secretary Hughes, I heard you've been in Koryn City for quite some time now and still live in a dorm. I have a vacant house, so why not take a look? If you're satisfied, just sign the lease contract."
Jeff Hughes picked up the paper, looked at it, and asked, "800 a month?"
The man in the suit said seriously, "For a three-bedroom, 800 is a fair price, Secretary Hughes. Hopefully, you won't find it expensive?"
"Alright, since Mr. Boone is so straightforward, if I still complain about the price, wouldn't I be too pretentious?"
Jeff Hughes finished speaking.
He swiftly signed his name on the lease contract.
Mr. Boone took the contract.
He stood up, extended his hand to Jeff Hughes, and said, "Secretary Hughes, from now on, I'm your landlord, alright?"
"Hahaha, then I hope Mr. Boone will guide me in the future."
Boone Jacobson laughed again and then turned to leave.
Coincidentally, it was also lunchtime.
Jeff Hughes walked out of the Municipal Committee Compound gates, hailed a taxi, and went directly to the Prosperity Gardens complex.
Prosperity Gardens was a high-end development handed over just two years ago.
The price per meter here is as high as 18,000.
In those days in Koryn City, it was an almost unattainable presence.
Not only is the price high, every unit in this complex is a large flat, with the smallest being around 280 square meters, and including renovation costs, each unit costs at least eight million.
Therefore, the residents of Prosperity Gardens are Koryn City's wealthy merchants and business tycoons.
The property he 'rented' is on the 16th floor.
As Jeff Hughes took out his keys to open the door, his hands trembled slightly.
With a click,
the door opened.
As he pushed the door,
an extremely high-end decorated living room came into view.
In the middle of the living room,
two young women dressed in maid uniforms greeted Jeff Hughes with a ninety-degree bow and said loudly, "Welcome home, master."
These two women were very charming.
Moreover, they were each at least taller than 1.7 meters.
Especially the maid outfits they wore were quite seductive as well.
Their top was a tight-fitting, frilled blouse, with a high split on the chest, the busts tightly pushed together, forming a deep chasm.
Their flat stomachs were entirely without any fat.
Their bottom was a black-and-white frilled short skirt.
The hem was quite high.
It seemed like a gust of wind would expose the scene underneath.
Regarding these two women,
Jeff Hughes was very pleased.
At that moment, one of the maids pointed towards the bedroom and said, "Master, please follow me."
This was the moment Jeff Hughes had been anticipating.
He followed the maid.
Into the bedroom.
The bedroom was luxuriously decorated, with a large bed in the center, covered with a white sheet.
"Please reveal it, master."
The maid said.
Jeff Hughes grasped the edge of the sheet with one hand and pulled it forcefully, the scene in front of him left him stunned.
The 1.8 by 2-meter bed was completely covered with stacks of money, neatly arranged.
This was not just a bed!
It was a pile of money.
His eyes glowed red.
At that moment, Jeff Hughes forgot how he should even laugh.
He turned his back to the money-filled bed, spread his arms, and fell straight down.
With a thud.
His back landed on the money; it hurt a little, but at this moment, he couldn't feel it anymore.
"Master, Mr. Boone told us what you like, so we two have prepared a show for you."
One of the maids said.
Jeff Hughes quickly sat up, surprised, "Oh? So thoughtful? Let's go to the living room."
On the sofa.
Jeff Hughes crossed his legs.
Lit a cigar placed on the coffee table.
Took a deep puff, looked at the two sexy beauties standing opposite him, and said, "Start the show."