A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 530:

The item column on the delivery slip actually had the words "condoms" written on it.

Whose prank is this?

Someone actually sent condoms to him?

He was about to throw it away but stopped.

Curiosity got the better of him.

Dirk Carter ended up opening the box.

Sure enough, inside was a whole box of condoms, a good thirty or forty of them, making Dirk furious. Just then, a note appeared in front of him.

He opened the note.

It had a single line: "Tonight at eight, room 258, The Azure Spring Residences. I'll wait for you for half an hour."

The note was unsigned.

Besides these few words, nothing else was there.

Who could have sent this?

Dirk was puzzled.

But he decided to go check it out tonight; no matter who this person was, they were quite ingenious.

If the package had been something else, curious people would have opened it out of suspicion, but condoms, being so personal, would make people hesitant to open it.

After all, not everyone dares to pry into the personal life of a leader.

And this ensured that the note ended up in Dirk's hands.

In that moment, Dirk found himself a bit interested in the person who sent the package.

After work.

Dirk first went home to have dinner with Renee, then around seven-thirty, caught a cab to The Azure Spring Residences.

Before leaving, he had already checked; The Azure Spring Residences was a bathhouse, and meeting there baffled Dirk.

Upon arriving at The Azure Spring Residences, he inquired.

Dirk was stunned.

The bathhouse was gender-separated; all rooms starting with "1" were in the men's area, and those starting with "2" in the women's area.

The note specified Room 258, indicating the person who invited him was undoubtedly a woman.

This was a problem.

Male guests couldn't enter the women's area, and even if he wanted to, the staff wouldn't allow it.

Helplessly.

Dirk had to enter the men's area.

After careful observation, he discovered that a men's restroom was connected to the women's; the walls weren't completely sealed, and you could hear women laughing from next door while in there.

No other choice.

He had to climb over the wall.

After hovering at the restroom entrance for a while.

Ensuring no one was in the men's room.

Dirk entered a stall, stood on the toilet seat, jumped up, grabbed the edge of the wall, and pulled himself up.

Squatting on the wall.

Dirk looked down.

There were women using a few of the stalls, but fortunately, he was above them, or else it would've caused a commotion.

Never in his life did he imagine he'd be scaling the wall of a women's restroom.

After descending into an empty stall.

Dirk quickly shut the door to prevent someone from bursting in; getting caught by the women would mean the end of his career as Vice-chairman.

He waited inside for about five minutes.

Made sure there were no disturbances.

He opened the stall door a crack, surveyed the area, and swiftly stepped out into the corridor of the women's area.

Doors lined both sides.

Each with its room number.

He went to the very end of the corridor.

Dirk found Room 258, and without knocking, turned the door handle.

Thankfully, it wasn't locked.

He slipped inside after opening the door.

The room was small, illuminated by pink lights.

First catching his eye was a modestly-sized bed, with a fruit platter on the bedside table and some women's clothes hanging on hooks on the wall. Directly opposite the bed, a TV was broadcasting an entertainment program.

There was another door.

Opposite the one he had entered.

Could the person who invited him be behind that door?

Honestly, Dirk felt quite apprehensive.

If this was a trap, it would be devastating for him, considering the scandal of a Vice-chairman sneaking into a women's bathhouse.

Now that he was here.

He had to try.

Dirk placed his hand on the handle, twisted it, and opened the door with a click.

The scene before him left him shocked.

A large bathtub came into view, with a woman bathing in it. Though most of her was submerged, enough was visible to make out what should and shouldn't be seen.

"Vice-chairman Carter? Why is it you?"

Seeing the woman's face, Dirk exclaimed.

The woman wasn't a stranger; she was Renee Carter, the Deputy Prosecutor of the Koryn City Procuratorate, who had followed them in her red car the other day.

The steam rose.

Her face was flushed.

Her glasses were removed.

Amid the heat, Renee looked incredibly alluring.

Furthermore, her silhouette appeared and disappeared, forming an arousing image.

"I didn't expect you to actually come."

Renee sat up.

Glittering water droplets rolled from her neck and over her ample bosom.

In the hot water, her skin seemed a bit flushed, looking even more enticing.

"Seen enough, Vice-chairman Carter?"

Seeing Dirk's gaze fixed on her chest.

Renee asked.

Dirk's face turned red.

He stammered, "Oh... sorry... it's just..."

Dirk felt awkward, thinking it wasn't his fault; she was the one who set the meeting here, and decided not to wear clothes.

Seeing Dirk's reaction.

Renee wasn't angry.

She asked, "Vice-chairman Carter, you're investigating Enzo Sawyer's case, right?"

Dirk was unsure of Renee's intentions and replied, "Deputy Prosecutor, do we have to talk here? You... I..."

He gestured between her and himself, indicating his discomfort with the situation.

"This is the only place we can talk. Meeting here was a last resort; I'm monitored constantly, and conversations here are private."

Renee explained apologetically.

Monitored?

His interest piqued at the word.

Renee said, "I know you don't believe me, but I have something to convince you."

She reached out, taking a bottle of body wash from the table by the tub, and beneath it was a small plastic bag, which she handed to Dirk.

Dirk glanced at it and felt a pang of unease.

Inside the bag was the missing piece of the photo from Enzo Sawyer's house.

And the "main character" in this missing piece was none other than Renee herself.

"It's you?"

Dirk asked in shock.

Renee nodded, saying, "Yes, it's me, and the photo you found was pieced together by me..."