A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 707 - 707

The flames of defiance in his eyes slowly died out.

He turned around and walked up to Dirk Carter.

He lowered his head and said, "Leader, this is my fault. From now on, all work on Bayberry Ridge Resort will be stopped, we'll accept the government's inspection. If it has to be demolished, I'll definitely cooperate. Within three days, I guarantee it'll all be cleared out."

After he finished speaking,

he pointed at the graveyard.

He said, "Your parents' grave, I'll contact a stonemason right away to make a new tombstone. Tomorrow… at the latest tomorrow, I'll restore it to how it was."

Dirk Carter as a person

has always responded better to softness than to hard tactics.

The guy was already willing to go this far.

There was no need to keep pushing.

He turned his head and said to Dorothy Zechariah, "Dorothy, let's go down the mountain then. We'll come back to pay respects tomorrow, how about that?"

"I'll do whatever you say."

Dorothy smiled and said.

The group surrounded Dirk and the others as they headed down the mountain.

Dirk turned and looked at Zach Griffin, saying, "Alright, you guys head back."

Zach hurriedly said, "Leader, let me arrange a place for you to stay."

"No need. This time I came back, I don't want to disturb any old acquaintances. Go do your thing."

"Alright then, Leader, I'll get going first."

Zach knew Dirk's temper.

So he didn't insist.

He took his people and left.

Once the crowd dispersed,

Dirk said to Dorothy, "Dorothy, in a bit I'll have the driver take you and the baby to stay in the county seat. Arlo will go with you to protect you."

"What about you?" Dorothy asked.

Dirk pointed off into the distance and said, "I'm going back to my parents' old house to rest for a night. I haven't been back in a long time, I want to go take a look."

"We'll stay at the old house with you."

Arlo Yarbrough said.

Dorothy quickly nodded along and said, "I'm already your wife, I can go with you too."

Dirk smiled and said, "You can go, but the baby can't. The old house is decades old and hasn't been lived in for a long time. There's probably no water or electricity. It'll be a hassle at night just to make formula or go to the bathroom. It's fine, just come pick me up tomorrow morning."

The reasoning was solid.

Dorothy had no way to refuse.

So she got in the car with Arlo and left.

Following the path, they walked about ten-plus minutes.

Dirk walked into Faircloth Village in Bayberry Town.

Faircloth Village is a large village under Bayberry Town, not far from Bayberry Ridge.

Dirk's memories before the age of ten were all in this village.

Just like he'd said, the old house hadn't been lived in for a long time, even the wooden door was half broken.

He gave it a gentle push.

A layer of dust fell down.

In that instant,

Dirk's eyes grew slightly moist.

Standing in the weed-choked courtyard, Dirk's mind filled with all sorts of childhood moments.

He pushed open what used to be his own room.

The furniture inside was already in total disrepair.

Dirk let out a long sigh.

He rolled up his sleeves.

And started cleaning the place up.

Tonight, he planned to sleep in his boyhood room for one night. Not for anything else, just to tell his parents he'd come home.

Dusk gradually fell.

Next door to Dirk's house

was a two-story little building.

Right now, a plump and sexy middle-aged woman was humming a little tune as she busied herself in the kitchen.

Suddenly,

two hands wrapped around her from behind and pulled her into an embrace.

It gave her a fright.

Just as she was about to curse,

she turned her head and saw that the face in front of her was actually Yorick Hall's.

She immediately pouted in mock anger. "You damn rascal, walking around without a sound, scared me half to death."

The woman was wearing a loose, baggy nightgown.

Yorick's hands quickly flipped up the hem of her top.

Both hands went straight up the peaks,

clamping down hard on her two big white rabbits.

He asked, "You knew I was coming and didn't even bother to wear a bra?"

The middle-aged woman's expression grew sultry under his squeeze.

Then she suddenly slapped his hand and whispered, "Don't mess around. If Old Meng comes back and sees, we're screwed."

"Relax, Old Meng's not coming back tonight. He has to stay on site and keep watch."

When Yorick finished, his hands got even bolder.

After ravaging the big white rabbits for a while,

one hand slid down along the middle-aged woman's belly.

He flipped aside the thatch, lingered on the Black Forest for a bit, then with a soft squelch, a finger plunged straight into the Peach Blossom Spring.

The woman let out a low moan.

Her whole body went limp.

She couldn't be bothered with what she'd been doing anymore.

Both hands braced against the stove, little whimpers spilling from her mouth.

"Such a slut, I barely started and my hand's already soaked."

Yorick murmured in the woman's ear.

The woman's breathing sped up.

She said languidly, "You're awful. You know I've been dying for you, and you still talk like that."

Anyone would have thought that in a situation like this, Yorick would take it further.

But unexpectedly, he suddenly let go and walked out toward the living room.

That tingly, itchy feeling had just built up, and then her body suddenly felt empty. She was unbearably uncomfortable. She straightened herself up, walked out of the kitchen, and asked, "What's up with you today? You don't seem very into it."

"Sigh, what else could it be? It's still your Old Meng. He's got me in big trouble. My resort might be getting forcefully demolished. After this, I probably won't have many chances to come see you."

The "Old Meng" Yorick mentioned

was that guy in the hard hat at the resort earlier.

His name is Blaxton Morgan, and he's also the owner of this two-story building.

That middle-aged woman's name is Faith Hendrix, Blaxton Morgan's wife.

No need to spell it out.

Yorick Hall was Faith Hendrix's lover.

And Blaxton Morgan was also one of Yorick's underlings.

Yorick was the boss of the resort. A bit over a year ago he came to Bayberry Town and, through bribes and such, got the development rights for Bayberry Ridge Resort from a few deputy town mayors.

Blaxton Morgan was a labor contractor.

He had a construction crew under him.

Yorick subcontracted the Bayberry Ridge Resort site to him.

Back then,

Blaxton often brought Yorick home for dinner.

After enough back-and-forth,

Yorick set his sights on Faith Hendrix.

They say women at thirty are like wolves and at forty like tigers.

And Faith, just past forty, was exactly at that wolfish, tigerish age.

Usually Blaxton was busy outside, and when he came home he just collapsed into bed, so Faith was never really satisfied in that department. Now that Yorick was sending her all these signals, that restless heart of hers naturally couldn't stay calm.

The first time they slept together

was right here in this living room.

Blaxton had been boozed up.

He passed out on the sofa.

The two of them ran into the kitchen and went at it like crazy.

After that, there was no stopping them.

As long as Yorick had time and Blaxton was busy at the construction site, the two of them would tangle up together, turning the sheets into stormy seas.

Hearing Yorick say he might not be able to come anymore,

Faith panicked.

She asked, "What happened?"

Yorick sighed and said, "You know how there's that grave up on our resort? It belongs to George Carter. Ever heard of him?"