A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 709:

Faith Hendrix's figure is quite voluptuous.

Those two peaks showed not a hint of sagging despite her age.

No wonder someone like Yorick Hall is so captivated by her; she definitely has her own charms.

At that moment.

Her soaked clothes tightly clung to those peaks.

The two grapes on the summit were faintly visible, showing she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath.

Her lower body was even more revealing.

The snugly fitting clothes adhered perfectly between her legs.

Compared to the average person, the outline of a more luscious abalone was sketched out.

At a glance, you could tell she comes from a "wealthy family."

Dirk Carter didn't intend to peek.

But this sight was thrust upon him; he couldn't help but look.

Quickly, he averted his eyes.

Taking the clothes Faith Hendrix handed him, he said, "Thank you, Sister Faith, I'll change in the bathroom."

"Why go to the bathroom? No need to be so formal in front of Sister Faith. Come on, let me help you take it off."

Having said that.

Faith Hendrix took the initiative to undress Dirk Carter.

Dirk Carter quickly refused, "Sister Faith, this isn't appropriate, it's not appropriate, I'll do it myself, I can manage."

He dared not use too much force, nor make overly large movements.

Dirk Carter was also afraid of touching Faith Hendrix's body.

One trying to avoid, the other pursuing.

In the midst of the struggle.

Dirk Carter could only remove his T-shirt.

As soon as he was bare-chested.

Faith Hendrix's hand reached for Dirk Carter's belt and said, "Wet pants are so uncomfortable, come on, take the pants off too."

"Sister Faith, Sister Faith, there's no need to change the pants, no need to change the pants, I can do it myself."

Another round of tussling.

No matter what, Dirk Carter couldn't take off his pants in front of Faith Hendrix.

Between the two, back and forth.

It's unclear how it happened.

Sister Faith stumbled.

Dirk Carter instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist.

But the fall was too sudden.

Dirk Carter's center of gravity was unstable.

With a crash.

Faith Hendrix fell onto the bed.

Dirk Carter followed, toppling straight onto her.

Just as he was about to get up off her.

Suddenly, Faith Hendrix yanked her clothes open, buttons flying, and her two exuberant white "rabbits" sprang out, the sight leaving Dirk Carter dumbfounded.

Realizing trouble might be brewing.

Dirk Carter strained his waist.

Just as he was about to rise.

Faith Hendrix suddenly grabbed him tightly, shouting, "Help! Assault! Help! Assault!"

It's over.

When Dirk Carter thought of these two words.

He heard a crash behind him.

What followed was chaotic footsteps.

Faith Hendrix quickly released her grip.

Dirk Carter felt his shoulder seized by a strong hand.

"You son of a bitch."

After cursing, Dirk Carter stood up, but before he could stabilize himself, a fist struck his face directly, causing him to stagger back into the wall.

"You bastard, turns out it's you, asshole, daring to bully my wife, I'll beat you to death!"

Only then did Dirk Carter see clearly.

The man hitting him was the foreman he met at Bayberry Ridge today.

Seeing another punch coming.

This time Dirk Carter definitely had to dodge.

His body crouched low.

The punch hit the wall directly, hurting Blaxton Morgan to the point of swearing in pain.

"What's going on? What happened?"

At this moment.

Yorick Hall appeared with a group of workers.

Blaxton Morgan looked furious, pointing at Dirk Carter by the wall and shouting, "This son of a bitch dared to bully my wife."

"What's the matter, sister-in-law, what happened just now?"

At this time, Faith Hendrix was hastily fixing her clothes, covering the exposed rabbits.

Pretending to cry.

She said, "I... I was just resting at home, and he... he suddenly rushed in, stripped, and pinned me on the bed... oh... you cursed fiend, I can't live anymore..."

The way she cried, anyone unaware would think Dirk Carter had really done something to her.

"Boss, is this true?"

Yorick Hall tentatively asked.

Dirk Carter had already noticed the setup.

Regardless of Faith Hendrix's "act of the heart," the timing of Yorick Hall and Blaxton Morgan's appearance was suspicious too.

It seems they exploited his "kindness" to set up a trap, waiting for him to step into it.

"Is it true or not, isn't it most clear to you all?"

Dirk Carter asked as he tugged the drenched shirt onto himself.

Blaxton Morgan's anger wasn't feigned.

After all, to him, his wife had indeed been bullied.

Hearing Dirk Carter speak like this, he got even angrier, raising his fist to attack, stopped by Yorick Hall.

"You son of a bitch, I'll kill you, bastard."

"Brother, old Blaxton! Old Blaxton! Control yourself, control, the man is an official, don't act recklessly, I'll talk to him."

Yorick Hall had Blaxton Morgan restrained.

He said to Dirk Carter, "Sir, let's talk."

Having said that.

He took Dirk Carter to the living room.

In the bedroom.

Faith Hendrix leaned against Blaxton Morgan, crying loudly.

Other workers were also angrily cursing.

The scene couldn't be more "sad."

Yorick Hall coughed and cleared his throat, saying, "Mr. Carter, we're just ordinary workers, if the site doesn't let us work, that's one thing, not making money is another, but when a wife gets bullied, that's a huge deal; my brother Blaxton is straightforward, if this isn't handled well, you certainly won't be able to leave, and who knows what might happen, I might not be able to control the situation."

"Mr. Hall, how do you think this should be resolved?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Yorick Hall pondered for a moment.

He said, "Old Blaxton here has followed me for a year or two, we're like brothers, he listens to me, but for this favor, I can't do it for free, I believe Mr. Carter understands what I mean, right?"

"Mr. Hall, are you saying that if I withdraw the order to demolish the resort, this matter will be considered non-existent, correct?"

Dirk Carter asked again.

Yorick Hall gave a sly smile and said, "Leaders are leaders for a reason; they're smarter than average people, no need to say things too clearly, as long as it gets resolved."

Dirk Carter paused.

He glanced again into the bedroom.

He said, "Yorick, I really underestimated you, I initially thought your repentance on the mountain was genuine, turns out you prepared a feast for me down here, aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Upon hearing this.

Yorick Hall laughed heartily.

No need to hide it anymore.

With a dismissive snort, he said, "A barefooted person isn't afraid of those with shoes, Dirk Carter, without my help, do you really think you can get through this? Not only calling Secretary Griffin, even if you call the city party secretary, they can't save you."