A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 462 462: Wronged Souls and Vengeful Ghosts

The arrow is on the string and has to be released.

As her legs were spread apart.

Arden Rivers had already pressed her lips together.

It was clear that at this moment, she was both excited and nervous.

She grasped the sheets tightly, as if waiting for some sacred moment.

"Should I start?"

Dirk Carter said.

"Mm!"

Arden nodded shyly, but the nod was quite forceful, as if cheering herself and Dirk on.

Dirk Carter was more gentle than ever, treating her like a work of art.

As he exerted force at his waist, a tight sensation slowly enveloped him bit by bit.

It was clear to see Arden's brows furrowing; she must've felt some pain.

"Should I stop?"

Dirk asked.

Arden immediately shook her head, forced a small smile, and said, "No, no, it doesn't hurt at all."

Such determination.

Dirk didn't hesitate anymore.

Summoning all his strength, there was a sudden thrust.

Arden let out a sound, unclear if it was because of pain or that unparalleled fullness.

Dirk controlled the rhythm.

Initially three shallow and one deep stroke, shortly after, Arden's face reddened again, the hums from her throat resounded, the hands gripping the sheets relaxed, expression started to become fierce, her body twisted — evidence she was entering a state of enjoyment.

The first time.

Dirk didn't last very long.

He was worried Arden couldn't handle it.

Even so.

Afterwards, Arden's body twitched continuously, trembling, mumbling incomprehensible words, it took a while for her to descend from a peak of exhilaration.

She took a deep breath.

Then exhaled slowly.

Looking dreamily at the Dirk holding her.

With a shy flush, she nestled into Dirk's arms and excitedly said, "Dirk, The Leopard Cat didn't lie, it really feels good, I want to play the horse-riding game with you again…"

Yet in Dirk's heart, he cursed The Leopard Cat.

The world's only pure woman could be considered completely lost.

...

The next day, Saturday.

Nine in the morning.

Havenbrook Town, Cranhilla Village.

Havenbrook Town is located northwest of Koryn City, bordering Blackstone Town, encompassing 3 communities and 22 administrative villages.

Cranhilla Village is situated at the northernmost administrative village.

Like Blackstone Town, Havenbrook Town belongs to a hilly mountainous area, with higher terrain to the west and lower to the east, the eastern area is plain, the west has mountains like Fengshan, Gushan, and Mingji Mountain stretching over 220 meters above sea level.

Cranhilla Village sits on the north edge of the hilly mountain range.

Early in the morning.

In the courtyard of Cranhilla Village committee.

There was a rocking chair on which lay a pudgy middle-aged man, rocking leisurely in the sun.

After several days of overcast skies, finally the sun appeared today, warming the body pleasantly.

This man was none other than Cranhilla's village chief, as well as the patriarch of the Dixon Family, Bennettson Dixon.

"Goodman wife, today your backside is really on fire, your husband's action must've been fierce last night?"

At the gate, a plump young wife swayed her hips as she walked by.

Bennettson noticed and didn't miss the chance to tease.

"What's up? Envious?"

The young wife replied playfully.

Bennettson chuckled and said, "Envious, envious, your backside sure moves, when your husband isn't home, how about letting me have a go?"

"Dream on, crash into your daughter-in-law at home, Little Meg's bum isn't small either, hahaha…"

The young wife jested and swaggered away.

Bennettson cursed under his breath, "Slut, I'll get you someday."

Just as he closed his eyes.

He heard someone urgently shouting, "Dad, dad, something's wrong, there's an issue, an issue…"

Then.

A young man stumbled in.

Bennettson sat up from the lounge chair.

Frowned and asked, "What is it? Panic-stricken, haven't I always told you to stay calm when faced with problems?"

This young man was Bennettson's eldest son, Bastien Dixon, also Cranhilla's peacekeeping committee director.

Bastien tried to catch his breath, pointed towards home and said, "Our... our... our house's leveled building at the gate… well, you should go take a look…"

"Useless thing, come with me!"

Bennettson rebuked harshly.

He stood up and walked leisurely toward his home.

His house was close to the village committee, just about a hundred meters, and before reaching the gate, he could see two excavators working on something.

He immediately sensed something off.

Jogged closer.

Upon nearing, he was dumbfounded.

Seeing the leveled homestead of Gary Garrett's family, two excavators had somehow arrived, and they had already dug two large pits on the ground, nearby lay two urns covered with red cloth.

At surrounding positions, there were bricks, cement, and other materials piled up, along with two tombstones engraved with 'Gary Garrett's Tombstone' and 'Megan Ford's Tombstone' in clear characters.

It was clearly a burial arrangement.

Bennettson's blood rushed with anger.

Picked up pace.

Came to the busy excavators shouting, "Stop it, stop it for me!"

Bastien was quick-witted.

Leapt up, knocking on the excavator's window, only then did the driver stop the machine.

The rumbling noise abruptly ceased.

Not far away.

Dirk Carter led The Leopard Cat and Arden over leisurely, deliberately shouting, "Why did you stop? Continue working, the date is good, the band is coming soon, strive to complete the burial today."

"Who the hell are you, who asked you to build graves here?"

Bennettson also saw Dirk and shouted angrily pointing at him.

"You are…"

Dirk intentionally furrowed his brow and asked.

Bastien lifted his chin and said pointing at Bennettson, "This is Cranhilla Village's director, Director Bennettson Dixon."

"Oh, oh, so it's Director Dixon. Hello, Director Dixon."

Dirk quickly took out a packet of cigarettes, drew one and handed it over.

Bennettson stretched his hand pushing it aside, his eyes scanned Dirk and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

Dirk pointed at The Leopard Cat and Arden, said, "These two are Gary Garrett's grand-nieces, since their couple passed, they have nightmares every night, saying they died unjustly. No choice but to retrieve the ashes from the chapel, preparing to bury at their home's original site, sorry for disturbing you all."

"Gary Garrett had two grand-nieces? I've never heard of that."

Bastien muttered.

Bennettson directly pushed him aside, aggressively asking, "Who told you this is their original site?"

The Leopard Cat said, "I've been here many times, of course I recognize my uncle's home. Only today when I came, the house was gone, strange."

Bennettson evidently didn't want to argue.

He said, "Immediately remove the excavators and restore the land here, or don't blame me for being harsh."

"Actually, Director Dixon right, let me explain, the burial here has a cause. We consulted a Daoist and calculated a fortune; he said the couple died tragically and became wronged souls. Their heartfelt desire was all about the house before passing, if not buried at the original site, they might turn into vengeful spirits causing trouble. Since Director Dixon was the one who arranged for the house to be leveled, we are doing this for your sake."

Dirk explained.