A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 603 603

"Uncle Qi, you misunderstood, Dirk Carter is not some mobster, he's the Executive Deputy Mayor of Koryn City in Janton State."

Dorothy Zechariah hurriedly said.

As soon as these words were spoken.

Many people at the scene burst into laughter.

The Uncle Qi from before said, "I thought he was some big shot; a deputy division-level official dares to be so arrogant, simply not knowing the meaning of death. Do you really think that small fry like him drove Draven Hayes away?"

"Yeah, isn't that just wishful thinking?"

"Right, I thought it was going to be some big shot, turns out it's just a deputy division-level official."

The discussions started.

Dirk Carter remained calm and collected.

He smiled and said, "Indeed, in the eyes of everyone here, I'm just a small fry, but it's precisely this small fry that forced Vice Secretary Rasco Shaw out of the State Committee, and it was this small fry that handled the major smuggling case of the Aether Group..."

"What? You handled the case of the Aether Group?"

"You... you were the one from Customs back then..."

In Serenity State.

Especially in Ronan City.

Although most people didn't know the insider details of the Aether Group smuggling case.

Back in those days, Barron Zechariah had made a move during the final moments, so internally within the company, there was some understanding of the case.

Hearing that it was Dirk Carter who took down Benson Caldwell's case.

Everyone drew a sharp breath.

Looking at Dirk Carter again, their expressions had changed.

"That's right, uncles and elders, Dirk Carter indeed brought down Benson Caldwell, and my father helped out back then too. I'm sure you've all heard a bit about it. Compared to Benson Caldwell, Draven Hayes is much inferior. Do you really think he doesn't have the capability?"

Dorothy Zechariah said earnestly.

That Uncle Qi took a deep sigh and said, "Dorothy, if that's the case, then Uncle Qi will risk this old life to help you take back the Stansen Group."

"I'll help you too."

"Yes, I'll help you too."

It was very clear.

Dirk Carter's glorious "achievements" gave everyone confidence.

Everyone stood up one after another, speaking to Dorothy Zechariah.

Even those who had previously betrayed Barron Zechariah could not help but stand together and raise their voices.

Amidst this wave of enthusiasm.

Arlo Yarbrough walked to Dirk Carter's side and whispered something in his ear.

Dirk Carter nodded and said to Dorothy Zechariah, "Dorothy, handle things here, I'm going next door."

"Alright."

Dorothy Zechariah nodded.

Under the guidance of Arlo Yarbrough.

Dirk Carter pushed open the door to the next room.

A middle-aged man in a suit was sitting on the sofa, looking arrogantly at Dirk Carter and saying, "Who the hell are you? Why did you call me here?"

"May I ask, are you Wesley Sullivan, the CFO?"

Dirk Carter asked.

The middle-aged man gave him a disdainful look and said, "Speak quickly if you have something to say, I've got no time to idle chat with you."

Dirk Carter smiled slightly.

Sitting down across from him.

He said, "Mr. Sullivan, I've heard you're the Chief Financial Officer of the Stansen Group, right?"

Wesley Sullivan gave him a sideways glance and asked, "Which company are you from? What do you want with me?"

"It's nothing major, just wanted to chat with you about Stansen Group's tax evasion issues."

Dirk Carter said with a smile.

Upon hearing this.

Wesley Sullivan's expression changed immediately.

He stood up straight and said, "I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be taking my leave."

As he spoke, he walked to the door, trying to open it, only to find it had been locked from the outside and couldn't be opened no matter how hard he tried.

"What's the meaning of this?"

He turned around and asked Dirk Carter.

Dirk Carter waved his hand and said, "No meaning at all, we haven't finished our chat, no need to rush, Mr. Sullivan."

Wesley Sullivan now realized the visitor wasn't friendly.

He was the Chief Financial Officer.

He was the one who orchestrated Stansen Group's tax evasion, in other words, he was the one who landed Barron Zechariah in detention.

Pausing, he said, "I don't care who you are, open the door right now, or else I'll call the police."

As he finished speaking.

He took out his phone.

Dirk Carter smiled slightly.

"Call the police? Please feel free, Mr. Sullivan, and when the police arrive, I'll also reveal how you've been embezzling company funds and keeping multiple mistresses. Oh, and I almost forgot, Mr. Sullivan has a hobby of photography, right? You probably have quite a few inappropriate photos of women hidden on your home computer, don't you?"

"How... how do you know?"

Wesley Sullivan widened his eyes in disbelief and asked.

Dirk Carter stood up.

Said, "I know quite a lot, Mr. Sullivan is a successful man with not much leisure or entertainment, the only entertainment is meeting female netizens online, drugging them after meeting, then taking them to hotels to rape and also take photos for your own amusement. I wonder how many years Mr. Sullivan would get if those photos were handed over to the police?"

Clearly.

This remark hit Wesley Sullivan's weak spot.

He sat back down on the sofa.

Swallowing, he asked, "What... what exactly do you want?"

"It's simple, just explain the tax evasion matters clearly."

Dirk Carter said.

Terror flashed in Wesley Sullivan's eyes.

Before he could speak.

Dirk Carter said, "Alright, since Mr. Sullivan is unwilling, I won't force you, I'll just report it myself."

He had just pulled out his phone.

Wesley Sullivan panicked.

Rushing in front of Dirk Carter, he stopped his hand and said, "Don't call the police, I'll talk, I'll say everything..."

As soon as he said that.

With a clatter.

The door to the room opened.

Maeve Winters entered with several police officers.

Dirk Carter patted Maeve Winters on the shoulder and said, "This guy is all yours."

Maeve Winters threw him a flirtatious look and said, "Then you better thank me properly after this is over."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Dirk Carter said.

Maeve Winters gave a knowing smile and said to her subordinates, "Start the interrogation!"

...

Everything was ready.

The true battle was just about to begin.

At two in the afternoon.

At the Stansen Group headquarters on Five Fortunes Road in Ronan City.

Today, things were noticeably different than usual.

At the entrance to the headquarters building, there were more security guards, and in the lobby, there were noticeably more black-suited bodyguards.

In the Chairman's office on the top floor.

Draven Hayes was wearing loose clothing, sitting on the sofa.

Across from him sat an older man, none other than his father, Elroy Hayes, the Chairman of Pangaea Group.

"I've already given your Second Uncle a heads up, he'll send people to the hotel shortly, don't worry, on the ground of Ronan City, nothing big can happen. A small deputy division-level official, what waves can he cause? As for the injuries you've suffered, this debt needs to be seriously settled."

Elroy Hayes apparently hadn't realized the severity of the issue, thinking it was just a minor incident.