A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 786:

"He's Garrison Summers, the only son of Brett Summers."

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

Turning around, it was indeed Britt Ford.

"Brett Summers is a notorious womanizer. He loves the nickname The Photosynthesis King, so he modeled himself after an emperor, creating a harem with countless women. Like father, like son, Garrison Summers is the same, having been with an innumerable amount of women, earning him the moniker 'The Crown Prince' in Helios County."

Dirk Carter nodded.

He asked in confusion, "Why does Brett Summers look so young? Standing next to Garrison, I thought they were brothers."

Britt Ford shook her head.

She said, "It's said that Brett Summers maintains himself very well; how exactly, I don't know."

As they spoke,

a Passat stopped behind the Rolls-Royce.

It was the second car of The County Committee.

Jabez Shaw's official vehicle.

After getting out of the car,

the three gathered together.

Dirk Carter patted Britt Ford on the shoulder and said, "Alright, time for me to make my appearance."

Britt Ford gave him an encouraging look.

She coyly said, "If you really accomplish what you promised, Britt and I will both accompany you..."

Dirk Carter smiled slightly, then stepped out from the crowd and walked toward the entrance.

The three were still chatting.

From a distance, Jabez Shaw saw Dirk Carter.

He immediately walked over with a cheerful smile.

"Secretary General Carter, you've arrived?"

"I'm not late, am I?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Jabez Shaw shook his head and, pulling him along, brought him in front of Brett Summers and Garrison Summers, saying, "Secretary General Carter, let me introduce you. This is the Chairman of The Zenith Group, Brett Summers, and this is the young master of the Summers family, now also a director and CEO of The Zenith Group, Garrison Summers."

"Chairman Summers, this is the new Secretary General of Helios County, Dirk Carter."

After the introductions,

Dirk Carter extended his hand and said, "Chairman Summers, nice to meet you. You look very young."

"Hahaha, I only look young. Secretary General Carter, you're truly the young one here; pleased to meet you."

Brett Summers replied heartily.

He also shook hands with Garrison Summers.

The group prepared to enter the nightclub entrance.

Just at that moment, a waiter hurried out.

He ran up to Brett Summers.

Whispered a few words in his ear.

Brett Summers was taken aback.

He asked, "Where?"

"In the upstairs guest room,"

the waiter said.

Brett Summers showed a displeased expression.

He paused, turned to Jabez Shaw, and said, "County Mayor Shaw, something urgent needs handling. Can you take Secretary General Carter to the private room first?"

"Of course, of course."

Jabez Shaw promptly said.

After a brief exchange with Dirk Carter,

Brett Summers, accompanied by Garrison Summers, hastily went inside.

"Secretary General Carter, please!"

Jabez Shaw said to Dirk Carter.

The two of them had just entered the private room,

when Brett Summers and Garrison Summers arrived at the room's door.

"Open the door."

Brett Summers said grimly.

The waiter took out a master key card.

He swiped it to open the door.

Brett Summers and Garrison Summers entered together.

As soon as they stepped into the living room, they heard the sound of clapping for love coming from the bedroom.

Hearing this sound,

Brett Summers was filled with rage.

He directly pushed open the ajar door and turned on the light.

In that instant,

the entire room lit up.

The scene before them was quite explosive.

Louisa Wagner was swaying her body, legs parted, sitting astride the corpulent Darien Griffin.

Darien Griffin, with a large belly,

lay on the bed.

Startled by the sudden lights,

for a moment, he was blinded.

He thought someone with no sense had barged in and shouted, "Who the hell is it? Are you sick?"

Instinctively,

Louisa Wagner was about to curse too.

But her eyes had adjusted.

She turned her head and saw, as if electrified, her body stiffened all over.

The anger on her face dissipated in an instant, replaced by fear.

By now,

Darien Griffin had also sat up.

First, he saw Louisa Wagner atop him, then he saw Brett Summers standing at the door.

In that moment,

his whole body of fat quivered.

His mind went blank.

"Ah... why is it you?"

Louisa Wagner also saw Darien Griffin and screamed in fright.

She got off Darien Griffin.

Grabbed the blanket to cover herself.

"Brother Summers... I... I didn't know what was happening, I... I drank too much... I originally..."

Darien Griffin tried to explain.

He wanted to say that he intended to sleep with Britt Ford.

But seeing Garrison Summers nearby,

he hesitated, not knowing how to continue.

Britt Ford was Garrison Summers' woman.

To even "think" about it was an unforgivable crime.

"Originally what?"

Brett Summers asked.

"Originally... originally... Brother Summers, I drank too much, I really drank too much, I don't know what happened."

Unable to explain,

he could only blame it all on alcohol.

"And you? Did you drink too much too?"

Brett Summers asked Louisa Wagner.

Louisa Wagner was so scared her jaw was quivering.

She couldn't very well tell Brett Summers she lost control because of a handsome guy.

"I... I drank too much too... I... I don't know what happened."

Stuttering,

this was all Louisa Wagner could muster.

"Hmm, not bad, you don't even want to explain anymore, just too drunk, very good."

Brett Summers nodded.

He patted his son Garrison Summers on the shoulder, then turned and left.

In this situation,

it was more terrifying than death.

Darien Griffin and Louisa Wagner almost simultaneously knelt on the bed, crying and saying, "Brother Summers, we were wrong, we were wrong, forgive us, forgive us..."

But Brett Summers was already gone.

They turned to Garrison Summers, crying and pleading.

Garrison Summers, expressionless, gestured to the outside.

Five or six henchmen rushed in.

He extended his hand.

A henchman placed two bags of powder into his palm.

Garrison Summers shook the bags in his hand and said, "Aren't you two quite fond of doing it? Then I'll fulfill your wishes. This is aphrodisiac powder for mating pigs, one bag each, swallow them all."

Having said that,

he threw the two bags of powder in front of them.

They were dumbfounded.

Swallowing these bags of powder would be disastrous.

There was more pleading and begging.

Garrison Summers pulled a chair, sat down, lit a cigarette.

He slowly said, "Two choices, one, swallow the powder, do whatever you want, I'll just watch; two, if you don't want to swallow, that's fine too, I'll hand you over to Hawkeye, which you'll find is much worse than being handled by me."