A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 556 556

"I am, and you are..."

Another group in black suits; Dirk Carter was starting to get a headache.

He had already guessed why Miles Hughes had pushed him out of the Hughes Family, but he didn't expect the Houseman Family's nose to be so sharp, getting the news this quickly. Could it be that the Houseman Family had someone inside the Hughes Family?

"Hello, Mr. Carter. Our lady requests your presence."

After speaking, one of the men in black pointed to an off-road vehicle nearby.

The lady?

Could it be Jeanette Houseman again?

They had already come knocking, and he had no choice but to face them.

With that thought, Dirk Carter walked straight towards the SUV.

At this moment, the passenger door opened, and Dirk paused in surprise at what he saw.

On the driver's seat sat a woman wearing a baseball cap. She looked very young, possibly just in her early twenties, fresh-faced and strikingly beautiful, with delicate features and shoulder-length short hair that gave her an air of boldness.

The woman wore a tight leather jacket and jeans, gripping the steering wheel, and asked coldly, "Are you Dirk Carter?"

Dirk furrowed his brows and said, "I am Dirk Carter, and you are..."

"Get in the car."

The woman didn't answer his question, instead directly issuing an "order."

Another mysterious woman had appeared?

Dirk looked back and saw the two men in black standing behind him, clearly not intending to let him back out.

With no choice,

Dirk got into the car obediently.

The car door closed.

The woman adjusted the rearview mirror and said, "Fasten your seatbelt and hold on tight."

With those words,

The woman shifted gears, and after a roar of the engine, the car shot out like an arrow.

He had seen fast driving,

but never during lunchtime traffic.

The woman skillfully navigated through the gaps in traffic, making sharp turns and narrowly avoiding obstacles, causing other drivers to curse angrily.

The woman didn't care at all.

The car swayed left and right.

On city streets, she managed to drive at seventy or eighty miles per hour.

This was not just driving; it was risking life and limb.

After about ten minutes,

The car suddenly braked to a stop at the foot of the Yanshan Mountains.

Dirk immediately unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and staggered to the side to vomit.

The woman got out of the car too.

Leaning against the car's hood, she glanced at Dirk with disdain, popped a piece of gum into her mouth, and said contemptuously, "So, that's all the legendary Dirk Carter amounts to."

Dirk vomited for a long time.

The nice lunch he had eaten was wasted.

He wiped his mouth and looked up at the sarcastic woman.

Only then did he notice that the woman had a stunning figure too.

Her tight jeans hugged her perfectly rounded hips, giving them a full, tactile quality.

Her long legs were slim and straight, not bony but with a healthy, plump appearance.

There was a small gap between her legs' midpoint, suggesting a well-proportioned "build."

Her figure was clearly that of a knockout.

In other words, she was naturally built like a bombshell.

"Give it to me!"

Dirk suddenly stepped forward, extending his hand to her.

"What?"

The woman asked, puzzled.

"The car keys."

Dirk said.

The woman frowned and asked, "You want to drive?"

"Yes, I'll drive. What's the matter? Are you scared to ride?"

The woman was provoked.

She slapped the car keys into Dirk's hand and said, "Why would I be scared? Let's see who's afraid of whom?"

After Dirk got into the car, the woman followed.

Dirk said, "Fasten your seatbelt and hold on tight."

Isn't that what the woman had said just a moment ago?

She chuckled softly but complied, saying, "It's an eight-cylinder manual with a differential lock; can you handle it?"

Dirk grinned but didn't answer; instead, he pressed the clutch, shifted gears, and floored the gas pedal. The car shot out like a bullet.

Dirk didn't head to the highway.

Instead, he drove straight towards Yanshan, where a winding mountain road lay ahead.

It was usually necessary to be cautious on such roads if one hadn't driven them before, but Dirk didn't slow down at all. The car raced along the mountain path, drifting around every 180-degree bend. The car swayed violently; this was much more challenging than the city roads earlier.

The previously calm woman now wore a look of fear on her face. She grabbed the handle above her right side and sat stiffly, too scared to even scream.

The whole way, he maintained a speed of seventy or eighty miles per hour.

From the foot of the mountain to the summit, Dirk took just over nine minutes.

When the car finally stopped in an open area at the top,

The woman couldn't hold it anymore.

She opened the car door, walked to the side, and began to retch.

"So, that's all you amount to."

Now it was Dirk's turn to say those words.

The woman, who had a haughty attitude earlier, didn't have the time to retort. She spent five to six minutes throwing up before turning around to find Dirk holding out tissues for her.

She wiped her mouth.

With a fiery gaze, she glared at Dirk, gritting her teeth, and said, "Petty man, I just said a few words, and you retaliate like this; you have no tolerance at all."

"I just repeated what you said, and you got angry. Doesn't that mean you have no tolerance either?"

Dirk retorted.

The woman was momentarily speechless.

"Have you driven this mountain road before?"

She asked.

Dirk shook his head and said, "No, this is my first time in Argentum."

"Liar, in our circle, the fastest person for this road takes eleven minutes. You did it in nine and claim you've never been here, dishonest!"

The woman said, a bit cross.

Dirk shrugged and said, "You ask me a question, I answer, and you don't believe me, so why ask? I'm from Serenity State, grew up in the mountains, learned to drive on mountain roads. Roads like these are considered pretty straight to us in Serenity."

"Really?"

The woman asked, surprised.

Dirk tossed the

Car keys in a parabola, landing them in the woman's hand.

Dirk said, "Miss Donovan, just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. The world is vast, don't think you're the best and everyone else is a fool."

The woman paused, startled.

And asked, "How did you know my last name is Donovan?"

Dirk glanced over the woman and said, "Though this car has ordinary plates, there's a military district pass on the windshield. You completely ignored traffic rules on the way here, and the two black suits who invited me into the car wore military belts despite their formal attire. In Argentum, only a lady from the Donovan Family would be so bold."

Dirk's candidness made the woman's face flush and then pale.

She pursed her lips and said, "I... I handle my own violations, not because of the Donovan Family."

Dirk had only suspected before.

But now, it was all confirmed.

The woman before him was indeed Yvonne Donovan, the youngest daughter of the Donovan Family, one of the Three Great Families of Argentum.

The age matched.

Luna had mentioned to him that Campbell Donovan had two sons, a late-born daughter, and a youngest daughter who had just graduated college, likely the beauty before him.

Admittedly,

Yvonne Donovan was indeed more beautiful than Jeanette Houseman and Nora Hughes.

Not just beautiful; she had an abundance of femininity.