Chapter 1116 - 1116

This enigmatic Daoist, said to possess the ability to foretell destinies, connecting the Heavenly Court above and the Underworld below, is renowned in ten villages and eight hamlets as a "Living Deity".

The Living Deity informed Frederick Eames that if he wished to maintain his current position securely and continue ascending step by step, the place where he spent most of his time was crucial.

The land where the old district committee office was located had a conflicting influence on Frederick Eames, and if he stayed there long-term, his political career would soon come to an end.

Frederick Eames was astonished upon hearing this.

He immediately sought guidance from the Daoist.

The Daoist performed a series of mysterious operations.

He informed him that Southgate Village was a feng shui paradise, mainly in terms of bestowing great fortunes upon Frederick Eames, and if he could reside there long-term, his entire luck would soar upwards.

To live in Southgate Village long-term, there was only one way—to relocate the district committee office there.

Without hesitation, he took action.

Upon returning, Frederick Eames listed a vast array of reasons for relocating the office.

The city initially did not approve.

Frederick Eames then put forth an irresistible offer to finance the relocation independently.

As a result, the application was approved.

The operations were swift, completed within months, and combined with construction and the move, the entire process took only two years.

Upon hearing this.

Dirk Carter figured out the gist of the situation.

After all this, Frederick Eames relocated the district committee office to Southgate Village for such an absurd reason.

At this moment.

The sky was already breaking into a dim brightness.

Sounds of clanging could be heard outside.

Dirk Carter walked out of the corrugated iron house and saw in the dawn some elderly people carrying water back from afar.

Others began tending makeshift stoves outside, preparing breakfast.

The scenes pierced his eyes.

He turned to Thea Sykes.

And said, "Let me handle this matter. Today, I'll deal with Frederick Eames."

A flash of excitement first appeared on Thea Sykes's face.

But then it turned gloomy.

She said, "Dirk, we've investigated; Frederick Eames is not simple. His brother-in-law is Jason Hall, the vice chairman of the state political consultative committee. With such a powerful figure shielding him, few in Silverwood City dare to touch him."

"Then let's give it a try."

A shadowy gleam flickered in Dirk Carter's eyes.

Those who knew him understood he was serious.

As he left the unfinished Verdant Court building.

Dirk Carter felt a mix of emotions.

Perhaps, at this moment, he finally understood why Bohdan Sherwood had transferred him to Novaria State.

The Houseman Family has secretly controlled Novaria State for years, and this place has already been rotten to the core.

At eight thirty in the morning.

Dirk Carter entered the office.

Elbert Rivers had just handed over freshly brewed tea, Dirk Carter waved his hand, saying, "No tea today, get the car ready; we're heading to Pearson Temple at Phoenix Peak."

"Temple? What for?"

Elbert Rivers paused and asked.

"To burn incense."

After leaving this word behind, Dirk Carter then turned and left.

Though Elbert Rivers was puzzled, he obediently complied.

Around nine thirty.

Dirk Carter arrived at the entrance of Pearson Temple.

In view.

Was a grand temple.

Layer upon layer, building upon building.

Clearly, this temple was quite expensive to construct.

A young Daoist at the door saw them from afar, and upon their approach, asked, "Dear benefactors, may I know the purpose of your visit?"

Dirk Carter promptly and respectfully said, "Daoist, we've come from afar after hearing that the Daoist here is proficient in destiny. Our aim is to have our questions answered by him."

Upon hearing, the young Daoist apologized, saying, "Dear benefactors, unfortunately, you have come at the wrong time. The reverend Daoist is entertaining esteemed guests at the moment. Please come back in the afternoon."

"Go tell your reverend, we're Dirk…"

Elbert Rivers was just about to speak.

But Dirk Carter subtly tapped him.

Took over the conversation and said, "Daoist, we've come a long way, and since we're here, can we look around inside the temple? Rest assured, we certainly won't forget the incense offering."

Upon hearing this.

The young Daoist immediately became polite.

Pointing to the grand hall, he said, "Of course, dear benefactors, please feel free. However, the side courtyard is where the reverend Daoist meditates, it's forbidden for outsiders to intrude. Please keep this in mind."

"Rest assured young Daoist, we won't roam carelessly."

After saying this, Dirk Carter gave Elbert Rivers a signal.

The two, one after another, entered the inner hall.

If the outside was grand, then the interior was resplendent and magnificent.

It wasn't the start of the month or the fifteenth, so the incense burners were not numerous.

The two wandered around casually; seeing no one, Dirk Carter advanced toward the side courtyard.

Soon.

A round arch appeared before them.

A wooden sign by the door read "No Entry for Idle Persons".

Dirk Carter signaled again to Elbert Rivers.

He instantly grasped the leader's intention.

Glancing around, he lightly pushed the door, finding it barred from the inside.

A running start propelled him atop the wall, and he leapt down.

Soon, the door was opened from the inside.

As they closed the door again, an intricately designed Veridia-style garden unfolded before them.

Beyond the garden was a row of houses.

From one, faint sounds of a conversation emerged.

The two stealthily approached.

Peeking through a window.

As expected.

In an elegant tearoom, a Daoist in his forties, with a long beard and wearing a Daoist robe, sat at the table's front.

Undoubtedly, it was the enigmatic Daoist.

Across from him sat a stylish woman in her thirties.

A luxury handbag was placed nearby.

No need to say; she was certainly a wealthy socialite.

"Lady benefactor, according to the hexagram, it seems a disaster is about to strike your family."

The enigmatic Daoist said, shaking his head.

The woman grew tense upon hearing this, asking, "Daoist, I don't quite understand. Please enlighten me."

The Daoist opened his eyes, staring closely at the woman's face, and said, "Judging by the hexagram, the lady benefactor seems to be well-off, and the main source of family income is through your husband, correct?"

"Yes, my husband is in business, and the income is reasonable."

The woman nodded.

The Daoist extended his hand, pretended to calculate, mystically said, "As I foresee it, your husband has another woman outside, and the relationship between them is profound, to the point of squeezing you out of the house."

"Ah?"

The woman gasped.

Her body leaned forward, saying, "Daoist, what should I do? I can't leave him; if I do, everything I have now will be lost…"

"Lady benefactor, no need to rush. Since you've come to me, there's naturally a way to solve this—but… but…"

The enigmatic Daoist said mysteriously.

The woman was indeed perceptive.

Immediately opened her bag, pulled out a stack of money, totaling forty to fifty thousand, saying, "Daoist, no matter the cost, as long as you can help me resolve this disaster."