If Dirk Carter doesn't pursue the matter, there's still room for a turnaround.
Like a solitary lamp in the dark night.
Upon hearing this, Eldric Dutton nodded repeatedly, tears and snot streaming down his face as he said, "Brother Dirk is right, I was also fooled by soone. He called to report soone involved in prostitution, that's why I rushed over."
Shane Vincent also got anxious upon hearing this.
He quickly asked, "Eldric, think carefully, are you sure soone told you to go over?"
There was already a hint of warning in his words.
He intended to stop Eldric Dutton from speaking recklessly.
But at this point, Eldric only cared about preserving his police uniform, not worrying about much else.
He quickly said, "Yes, it was Victor Ford from the Health Bureau who called and said Brother Dirk was involved in prostitution. This was a trap he set."
"Deputy County Head Vincent, this was my dereliction of duty in this matter, and the Health Bureau's party committee will definitely handle it seriously."
Delilah Goodman wasn't a fool either.
As soon as Eldric's words fell.
She took responsibility onto herself.
As a result, Shane Vincent couldn't even get a word of defense out.
Like swallowing bitter herbs silently, he realized that this was Dirk Carter's self-inflicted plan, provoking Eldric to strike him, then pushing Eldric to the brink where he had no choice but to expose Victor Ford to save himself.
Since the situation had developed beyond control.
Shane Vincent could only go along, lest Dirk Carter get desperate and start biting back at everyone.
He nodded and said, "Alright, the Health Bureau must handle this matter properly. Call if you need to step in. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."
He arrived filled with ambition, but left with a stomach full of anger.
Once in the car.
He took out his phone.
"Leader, did Dirk Carter confess?"
Receiving Shane Vincent's call, Lauren Radford asked excitedly.
"Confess my ass, Lauren, what kind of lousy idea was that? Call that bastard Victor Ford imdiately and warn him not to involve others or else he'll die without knowing how he died, got it?"
Originally, she wanted to claim credit.
But instead, she got scolded.
Although Lauren felt aggrieved.
She knew sothing went wrong.
She could only obediently say, "Deputy County Head Vincent, please calm down, I'll call Victor Ford now."
"et at the usual place after you're done."
Upon ending the call.
Shane Vincent hung up the phone.
The usual place?
Hearing this, Lauren's scalp tingled.
Shane Vincent has a habit of venting his frustrations on her aggressively whenever he's in a bad mood.
Every ti it ends, her body is covered in bruises.
But what else can she do?
Her fate is tightly gripped by him.
On Victor Ford's side.
A tumultuous scene had just ended.
One hand roved insatiably over Juan Juan's body.
The other held a cigarette, puffing it leisurely.
Hearing the phone ring, he pinched Juan Juan's rabbit and said, "Go get the phone."
"Alrighty."
Juan Juan got off the bed, knowing Victor Ford's eyes were on her body, she playfully wiggled her hips.
Seeing it was Lauren Radford's number, a smile crept onto her lips: "Director Lauren, still up so late?"
"Victor Ford, you useless piece of trash, can't even handle a small matter, what's the point of you? I'm warning you, this ss is your doing, if you dare to expose and Deputy County Head Vincent, don't think about staying in Stillwater County."
Before Victor Ford could ask what had happened.
The call was already disconnected.
Victor Ford sat stupefied on the bed, only realizing to call back for details after the cigarette butt burnt his hand.
After one call ended.
Victor Ford's face turned ashen.
He hadn't expected Dirk Carter to turn the tables against him.
Looks like things are truly over this ti.
Half an hour later.
Dirk Carter had already been sent to a ward in the County Hospital.
The duty doctor checked him over, thankfully they were only superficial wounds, no damage to tendons or internal organs, a blessing in disguise.
Delilah Goodman, still concerned.
Ran to the duty room to inquire about the situation.
Maeve Winters, seeing Dirk Carter's face bruised, arm burnt, couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"I'm in such a miserable state, and you're laughing?"
Dirk Carter asked.
Maeve Winters, covering her mouth, stifling her laugh, said, "You're good at playing the self-inflicted card, but was it worth getting yourself hurt like this just to take down Victor Ford?"
Dirk Carter didn't want Maeve Winters to know anything else.
Hurriedly changed the topic, asking, "Did the video work?"
Maeve Winters said, "I've already had soone send the video to Darian Brooks, he should probably contact soon..."
"That's good, that's good, um... I need to use the restroom."
Dirk Carter said, holding his face.
Maeve Winters gave him a smack on the body, playfully scolding, "At a ti like this, you still think about girls?"
"Ouch, it hurts so much, lady, I ant I need to pee, urinate..."
Maeve Winters misunderstood.
Her face turned red.
Dirk Carter got up, walked into the restroom, and suddenly there was a clatter, followed by a groan from inside.
Maeve Winters' heart skipped.
Without thinking much, she pushed the door open and went inside.
Before she could react.
Her hands were pinned against the wall by Dirk Carter, and then a searing kiss ca upon her.
"Are you crazy? This is a hospital! You're still hurt!"
While enjoying, Maeve's eyes cautiously glanced at the door.
"Didn't you say you like excitent?"
Dirk Carter said this.
Nimble fingers slipped inside her clothes.
Just a few teases, and Maeve's throat began to softly moan.
As clothes ca off one by one.
Two explosive souls instantly rged into one.
Suddenly.
Dirk Carter stopped moving.
Maeve, in high spirits, was about to ask what was wrong.
Dirk Carter motioned for silence with a gesture.
"Shh, your sister is back."
Sure enough.
In the ward, the sound of high heels on the floor echoed.
"Huh, where did they go just now?"
It was Delilah Goodman's voice.
As the sound of heels got closer, they both confird, she was now standing at the bathroom door.
Both their hearts jumped to their throats.
In their haste, they had forgotten to lock the door.
Praying Delilah wouldn't open the door.
The doorknob was twisted open with a click.
Delilah Goodman's head peeked in from outside.
At this mont, the two were not only without a stitch of clothing, but in a "drawn bow" position, completely caught by Delilah Goodman.
Sudden visual shocks always leave one stunned.
Seeing Delilah about to call out.
Maeve suddenly sprang up, covering her mouth, forcibly dragging her inside.
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