Chapter 1184 - 1184

Dirk Carter heard those words.

He was instantly frozen.

Not with delight, but with surprise.

You have to understand, his tenure as Secretary of the Silverwood City Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection wasn't long yet.

According to organizational procedures.

One must serve in a deputy director position for three years before being promoted to director level.

Of course, this isn't absolute.

There are quite a few cases of extraordinary promotions.

But the reality is that most moves from deputy director to director are as daunting as crossing an abyss, with countless deputy directors working their whole lives without reaching director level.

Yet he was promoted to director level.

It only took Bohdan Sherwood's say so.

No wonder why many people like to flock to Argentum.

Because there are people in this place who can change a person's fate with just a flick of their finger.

"Alright, it's getting late, don't go back tonight. I have a guest room here, so make do with a night's rest. I'm meeting up with Linden Vincent at the agreed-upon time, gotta head over."

After saying this.

Bohdan Sherwood stood up.

And said to Megan Goodman beside him, "Megan, help Dirk arrange things."

"Alright, Bohdan Dad."

Megan Goodman replied.

The two escorted Bohdan Sherwood to the door.

Seeing him drive away.

Megan Goodman said expressionlessly to Dirk Carter, "Follow me."

Following behind her.

Dirk Carter was led to the second floor.

Megan Goodman opened a guest room door and said, "Your room is here. Come on, let me show you around."

A small room hardly needs exploring.

As the door shut.

Megan Goodman suddenly switched sides and hooked Dirk Carter's neck.

Pressed warm lips onto his.

After a fierce "battle of tongues."

Megan Goodman eagerly started exploring Dirk Carter's body.

This is Bohdan Sherwood's house, after all, and there's some fear in his heart.

After being undressed by Megan Goodman.

He asked nervously, "The boss isn't coming back, right?"

"Why? Afraid?"

Megan Goodman chuckled.

Dirk Carter nodded, saying, "If this were someone else's place, I wouldn't be scared, but this is different. This is Bohdan's place, can't I be afraid? He just needs to move a finger and, forget my future, I might not even hold onto my life."

"Is Bohdan Dad really that scary?"

Megan Goodman pouted.

Dirk Carter inhaled sharply.

He said, "In your eyes, he's just kind and amiable Bohdan Dad. In our eyes, he's the glowing God who could obliterate us with one slap."

"From what you mean, it sounds more like Devil than God."

Megan Goodman said.

Dirk Carter pondered and said, "To be precise, he's a coexistence of God and Devil, both merciful and merciless."

"Fine, when Bohdan Dad comes back, I'll tell him you called him a Devil."

Megan Goodman chirped playfully.

Dirk Carter was taken aback.

Frowning he said, "You said it first, I just followed your lead."

"I don't care whether it was you, I'm telling him when he returns."

Megan Goodman said provocatively.

Dirk Carter inhaled sharply and squatted.

Lifted Megan Goodman up.

Saying, "If you tell him, I'll..."

In between the words.

The two had locked eyes.

The atmosphere was becoming more ambiguous.

Emotions were conveyed between brows.

Megan Goodman murmured, "What will you do?"

Dirk Carter steadily placed her on the bed.

Then lay on top of her, nose to nose, clearly sensing Megan Goodman's breathing had become rapid.

Eyes fluid-like.

Almost as if overflowing.

"I'll swallow you whole."

Dirk Carter spoke.

One hand already slipping under the hem.

Ascending Megan Goodman's soft peak.

A moan escaped her throat.

Megan Goodman whispered passionately, "Come, swallow me, swallow me hard..."

As these words left her lips.

Dirk Carter pressed onto her.

Once again sealed her lips with his...

After a while.

Two bodies intertwined in rolling motion.

The sound of slapping flesh, mixed with Megan Goodman's delicate gasps, painted an alluring picture...

Meanwhile at Mountridge County.

Public security, fire department, and others were clearing the explosion site.

Police Chief Ryan Rhodes personally commanded the operation.

A fifteen-meter barrier was set up along the street.

Unaffiliated persons were prohibited from approaching.

At that moment.

Ryan Rhodes lay on a lounge chair in the command tent.

Suddenly.

The tent flap was lifted.

A policeman rushed in hastily.

Shouting, "Director Rhodes, Director Rhodes..."

Ryan Rhodes was startled.

His bulky figure almost toppled from the lounge chair.

He scrambled to his feet, asking in a low voice, "Found anyone?"

The policeman shook his head fearfully and said, "No."

"Then go find them! You're interrupting my sleep."

Ryan Rhodes complained.

The policeman swallowed nervously and said, "We've... we've already dug to the living room on the first floor, found no bodies, which means no one died there at all."

"If you're slacking off, don't make excuses, hurry up and find them."

Ryan Rhodes said disdainfully.

As far as he was concerned.

The intel from Adonis Forrest could not be wrong.

The policeman shook his head again, saying aggrievedly, "Really nothing there, see for yourself if you don't believe me?"

Ryan Rhodes didn't believe it, angrily said, "Useless, lead the way!"

Exiting the tent.

Two excavators roared under the sun lamps.

Numerous personnel in firefighting and police uniforms busied themselves in the rubble.

Following the policeman, Ryan Rhodes stumbled to the highest rubble heap.

The policeman pointed below, saying, "Look, Director Rhodes, there's the living room..."

Ryan Rhodes fixed his gaze.

Hair stood on end immediately.

Indeed.

The excavators reached the lowest level.

Most of the brick debris was cleared.

In that place, there were supposed to be several bodies, but now it's empty.

No one at all.

Something's off.

Could it be this explosion caused no casualties at all?

Adonis Forrest's intel was wrong.

Like a bolt out of the blue.

Ryan Rhodes couldn't stand properly, stumbled, and injured his head.

A few working policemen quickly helped him up, but he ignored his injury, shouting, "Quick, get me back to the command tent, hurry..."

With help from several subordinates.

Ryan Rhodes returned to the tent.

Snatching his phone off the table, ready to make that familiar call.

Just as he found the number, before dialing.

The tent flap was lifted once more.

"Get out! I've said no one's allowed to enter!"

With a sidelong glance.

The intruder was in police uniform.

Without looking, he reprimanded instantly.

"Ryan Rhodes, put down your phone!"

An unfamiliar yet stern voice rang out.