Chapter 1128 - 1128

Doyle Paxton had an apologetic look on his face.

He quickly stood up and said, "Mr. Kane, you can't blame me for this. Doyle Paxton's way of doing things might be unknown to others, but surely you know? Dirk Carter is just too clever, he got away. What could I possibly do?"

"Can't even handle something this trivial, yet you call yourself Silverwood's boss. Aren't you ashamed?"

Kane Keating said with dissatisfaction.

Such words.

Made Doyle Paxton's face briefly show a hint of displeasure.

But it was merely a fleeting moment.

He immediately laughed heartily, grabbing Kane's arm, and said, "Mr. Kane, don't be mad. The guy hasn't been taught a lesson, but he doesn't know it's done by you. Besides, what is Dirk Carter's status compared to you? Even if he finds out, what can he do to you?"

"True, who the hell does he think he is?"

Flattery never fails.

Doyle Paxton's words made Kane Keating arrogant once again.

"Mr. Kane, don't be mad. There's a group of new girls at the club today, and I'll have my men take you to choose one. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"Really?"

Kane asked with interest.

Doyle Paxton snapped his fingers.

A subordinate then walked out of the private room.

In no time.

Under the guidance of that subordinate.

A line of stunning, voluptuous women walked in.

Each woman had a beautiful face and a superb figure, and most importantly, they were all dressed in very revealing lingerie.

Some had their sensitive areas completely exposed.

Kane merely took a glance.

A certain part of his body started to heat up.

No longer caring about being angry.

He immediately approached, reaching into the bra of the first woman, squeezing hard a few times, and said, "Not bad, soft, and big enough."

Then.

He moved to the second woman.

Reached out to caress her face.

The woman understood and immediately started to suck his finger.

This very act pleased Kane much.

His other hand rubbed against her buttocks.

Said, "Good, good, really good, it's you."

Doyle Paxton caught on quickly.

He said, "Yaya, you must make sure Mr. Kane is satisfied. If he later tells me he's unhappy, we'll see how I'll deal with you."

The woman named Yaya.

Quickly wrapped her arms around Kane's.

Said coquettishly, "Brother Paxton, don't worry, from now on Mr. Kane is my husband, I'll make sure my husband is served like a deity."

Mr. Kane could hardly contain himself.

Laughed heartily.

And said, "Brother Paxton, you enjoy your drink at leisure, I'm going to become a deity, hahaha..."

And just like that.

Kane Keating, who had arrived in fury, left cuddling a woman.

Once he was gone.

Doyle Paxton picked up a beer bottle from beside him and violently smashed it away.

Shards of glass and beer splattered all over the floor.

"Damn it, what does he think makes him so tough in front of me? If it weren't for his dad being a somebody, I'd have slapped him twice already..."

"Oh, seems like Brother Paxton is a bit upset today?"

Just as he finished speaking.

The door to the private room opened.

A woman's voice came through.

Doyle Paxton looked up.

A smile appeared instantly.

His gaze fixed on the woman in front of him who carried an air of elegance, gestured with a wave, and commanded, "Everyone, out. Without my orders, no one comes in."

The few subordinates in the private room.

Wisely left.

The woman strutted in her high heels, twisting her hips.

Sitting down next to Doyle Paxton.

Exuding elegance.

Every gesture characterized by sophistication and poise.

Facing the dancers and tempting young ladies just now, Doyle Paxton could hold back.

But as soon as this woman sat beside him.

He instantly leaned in close.

Arm wrapped around her waist, trying to press her onto the couch.

The woman resisted by pushing him away, rebuking, "Why the hurry, let's discuss business first."

Doyle Paxton listened and complied.

Immediately reverted to his original posture.

Said, "Everything's been done as you instructed."

"Are you certain Dirk Carter knows it's Kane Keating's doing?"

The woman asked.

Doyle Paxton sneered, saying, "Minister Alexis, what's this you're saying? Doyle Paxton's affairs never require your worry, do they?"

Indeed.

The woman beside Doyle Paxton at this moment is none other than Alexis Lewis, a member of the Silverwood City Committee and Minister of Propaganda.

Alexis smiled smugly.

One hand caressing Doyle Paxton's thigh.

Spoke, "Naturally, Brother Paxton handles things, I'm assured."

This praise instantly rejuvenated Doyle Paxton.

Said, "I've done what you asked, now, shouldn't we take care of what I want to handle?"

How could Alexis Lewis not understand his words?

Pretended to question, "Brother Paxton, can there be matters you wish to handle that are beyond reach?"

This response was essentially an implicit consent.

Doyle Paxton comprehended.

Immediately jumped up.

Pressed Alexis Lewis down onto the couch.

In a hurried frenzy, pushed her skirt up to her waist.

Only then did he realize her lower half was surprisingly bare, where there should have been cover was completely empty.

The gates to the mysterious area wide open, seemingly prepared for his favor.

"Little minx, stripped clean before coming."

Doyle Paxton teased.

Lying on the couch, Alexis Lewis coyly said, "Didn't want to trouble Brother Paxton, figured it needs shedding anyway, might as well undress myself."

Upon hearing this.

Doyle Paxton's heart trembled.

Unable to endure such temptation any longer.

Swiftly removed his pants.

His rod already stiffened with might.

No need for any flashy embellishment.

Aimed at the target, thrust at the waist, completing the union.

Alexis Lewis let out a moan.

Her facial expression softened.

Following Doyle Paxton's rhythm, the entire private room was filled with spring-like ecstasy, cries as music...

At the same time.

Inside Dirk Carter's villa.

He found a pair of pajama pants left by Megan Goodman.

Brought them before Sayo,

Said, "Megan left these, I think you two are about the same height and build, should fit you too."

Receiving the pajama pants.

Sayo said, "Brother Dirk, um… I just got a call from the school administration, they said… I can report to school tomorrow..."

"That's great, though I don't have the time to take you."

Dirk Carter said.

Sayo had a look of hesitance.

Words lingered at her lips but were swallowed by fear.

"What is it? Anything else?"

Dirk Carter seemingly noticed something amiss and asked.

Sayo was taken aback.

Said, "Um… you see, I'm all muddy, may I borrow your bathroom for a shower before leaving?"

"Of course, I need to wash up too, feel filthy."

Dirk Carter waved his hand and said.

Finished speaking, he opened the bedroom door and went in.

Entering the master bathroom, Dirk Carter undressed fully, allowing the water to cascade over him...