Chapter 1158 - 1158

Another enormous floor-to-ceiling window.

In front of the window was a bathtub the size of a hot spring pool.

The water inside was already full. Curious, Hansel Levin tested it with his hand; the temperature was just right.

It was only later that he learned that the bathtub was filled with natural hot spring water, specifically piped in, flowing continuously 24 hours a day into every room.

At this moment, the two sisters who served him also began to move.

One on the left, one on the right.

They undid their kimono belts.

In a swift motion, the clothes slipped to the ground.

Only then did Hansel Levin realize that underneath their outer garments, the two were wearing nothing at all.

The elder sister had a butterfly tattoo on her left chest, while the younger sister had a rose tattoo in the same spot.

Their bosoms were equally voluptuous and even the revealed patches of grass were meticulously groomed, making ripples in Hansel Levin's heart, who wished he could press the two sisters onto the bed right then and there.

"Sir, please take a bath."

The elder sister spoke again in a stiff tone.

Hansel Levin stepped into the bathtub.

Then he lay down directly, letting the warm spring water thoroughly immerse him. This feeling was almost akin to being The Living Deity.

The sisters did not remain idle.

One stood on the left, the other on the right.

They started to massage and rub Hansel Levin's body with their delicate hands.

In front of him was a picturesque view of lakes and mountains.

On both sides were rare beauties of the human world.

If possible, Hansel Levin truly wished that he could freeze this moment in time.

Of course.

The sisters' bodies were his to touch freely.

With each hand, he held the softness of the elder and younger sister, gently stroking, feeling unparalleled comfort.

The bathing lasted for about ten minutes.

Hansel Levin was slightly breaking into a sweat.

After rising, under the younger sister's guidance.

He arrived at a massage bed nearby.

Obediently lying down under the sisters' command, the women retrieved bottles of essential oil and began applying it to Hansel Levin's bare body.

Soon.

His body became slick.

Under the caress of the beautiful women, a certain part of his body naturally became robust.

"Sir, we are about to begin."

The elder sister spoke after saying this.

Then she bent down, pressing the softness of her chest onto the slippery Hansel Levin.

The younger sister didn't remain idle either.

She mainly attended to his lower body.

Of course, she used the same body part as her sister.

This process lasted for about five or six minutes.

Not because the time was inherently short.

But because Hansel Levin simply couldn't hold back.

He immediately got off the massage bed.

Helped the elder sister onto the bed, without saying a word, parted her long legs, aimed at the target, and swiftly completed their union.

In his eager and busy pursuit.

The younger sister moved behind him.

Continuing to rub her softness against his back.

This simultaneous front and back delight instantly made Hansel Levin's brain tingle, with fireworks blossoming in bursts across his cerebral cortex...

Thursday.

Just one evening two days later.

Dirk Carter had just attended a city committee reception banquet.

He intended to take a walk to sober up.

He had just reached a traffic light.

Suddenly.

A roaring motorcycle halted in front of him.

Judging by the silhouette, it should be a man, dressed in all black biker gear, face obscured by a helmet, revealing no features.

This scene.

Prompted Dirk Carter to instinctively take a few steps back.

The rider didn't dismount.

But instead tossed a very ordinary envelope in front of Dirk Carter.

"Secretary General Carter, this is an accusation letter."

Then.

Letting go of the clutch, twisting the throttle.

The motorcycle roared away into the night.

An accusation letter?

Dirk Carter frowned for a moment.

Picked up the envelope.

Opened it to find a stack of photos, roughly a dozen or so.

The street remained bustling.

Vehicles came and went.

Under the street lamps, Dirk Carter opened the envelope, pulled out the photos, glanced at the first one, and was momentarily dazed.

The first photo contained two individuals.

A man and a woman.

He recognized the man as Hadley Thorne, the Silverwood City Committee Secretary.

The woman appeared very young, with top-notch looks, and upon close examination, seemed to have a hint of mixed-race.

The scene depicted the two walking together in what resembled a park.

The woman held onto his arm, intimately.

The second photo changed location.

To a hot spring pool.

Both were in swimwear, with the bikini-clad woman leaning against Hadley Thorne's chest.

The third photo's angle suggested it was taken secretly.

From a distant window.

Still Hadley Thorne and the woman, standing side by side on a balcony in bathrobes.

Hadley Thorne wore a typical hotel bathrobe.

While the woman wore an almost transparent, sexy nightgown.

These three photos.

Were already sufficient to prove the unusual relationship between the two.

The fourth photo captured a document, the merger agreement concerning Seacircle Petroleum.

The fifth photo was also a document, regarding the transfer agreement of two villas.

Such agreements or documents continued in the subsequent photos.

These agreements all mentioned a name, "Noelle Meyer."

At that moment, Dirk Carter was instantly frozen in place.

Why was the accusation letter regarding Hadley Thorne delivered to him?

Logically, as a state-administered official, being Silverwood City's leading figure, such a letter should have been submitted to the State Commission for Discipline Inspection, right?

A cross-jurisdiction investigation incident had occurred before.

If not for Ian Hughes's help, he would have already faced disciplinary action.

Thus, this accusation letter was indeed a hot potato.

If he handed it over to the State Commission for Discipline Inspection, Hadley Thorne and his backing forces would certainly perceive it as stirring trouble, wanting to remove him from power.

If he took no action.

He would feel uneasy.

After all, as the Secretary of Discipline Inspection, purging occupational crimes was his duty.

Ultimately, justice and curiosity outweighed his concerns.

He took a deep breath.

Pulled out his phone and directly dialed Athena Meyer's number, asking: "Where are you?"

Fifteen minutes later.

Dirk Carter knocked on Athena Meyer's door.

Athena Meyer, wearing nightwear, welcomed him into the bedroom.

Undoubtedly, what followed was a passionate collision, over an hour later.

Athena Meyer, completely naked, lay in Dirk Carter's arms, coquettishly saying: "I feel like I won't need a face mask for at least half a month."

"What do you mean?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Athena Meyer chuckled.

Said: "Haven't you heard? The best face mask for women is lovemaking. A long, satisfying session is much more effective than a dozen face masks..."

"There really are strange theories aplenty."

Dirk Carter sighed.

Then sat up, saying: "I came over today because there's something I want to ask you..."