Gwendolyn Lewis opened the door.
Sure enough, it was Gauthier Pace at the door.
Gauthier Pace was 32 this year, a departnt-level cadre in Harmony County.
As ntioned before, his parents also retired from the system. Although their ranks weren't very high, he was still considered a second-generation official.
Gauthier Pace, as a person, is quite good-looking, standing at a height of 1.77 ters with a reasonably proportioned physique. If anything was to be said about a flaw, it would be the beer belly, but it's sothing he developed in recent years.
He walked in.
And started searching around Gwendolyn Lewis's room.
He checked under the bed and in the closet.
Then hurried into the bathroom for a careful look.
Finally returned to the living room, pulled open the curtains, and searched again.
"What are you looking for?"
Gwendolyn Lewis asked, sowhat displeased.
Gauthier Pace frowned, glanced at Gwendolyn Lewis in her pajamas, and asked, "Why did you lock the door?"
"I was showering, is it not normal to lock the door?"
"Then why are you only now coming to open the door?"
"Didn't I just say I was showering? Heard the knocking, got dressed, and ca."
Gwendolyn Lewis explained.
Gauthier Pace still felt sothing was off.
Appraising his wife, he said, "Take off your clothes."
"Why?"
"Why? Why do I ask you to take off your clothes? Can I do you?"
Gauthier Pace snapped angrily.
Gwendolyn Lewis didn't want to bother with him, mumbled "sick," and turned to head back to her bedroom.
Unexpectedly, Gauthier Pace suddenly burst into action, grabbing Gwendolyn Lewis's arm, saying, "Stand here. Let ask you, you haven't visited in Harmony County for over a month now. You used to go every week, and recently, when I call you, you're indifferent. Is there soone else outside?"
"Are you sick?"
Gwendolyn Lewis yelled angrily.
Gauthier Pace nodded and said, "I'm sick? Is it who's sick or you? Take off your clothes for inspection!"
Gwendolyn Lewis certainly didn't dare to undress.
The more tightly she held on, the more suspicious Gauthier Pace beca.
Drawing closer, he abruptly took action.
Gwendolyn Lewis still tried to cover up.
But how could she be a match for a man?
In the midst of their entanglent, the long robe nightgown on her body was forcibly ripped off by Gauthier Pace.
"What's going on with your body?"
Gauthier Pace asked.
Though a bit panicked inside, Gwendolyn Lewis calmly said, "I had enteritis a few days ago, got soone to give a cupping massage."
"Cupping massage? You had a massage, and it even reached your chest, and there's also marks on your buttocks, did the massage include that?"
Gauthier Pace snorted coldly.
Gwendolyn Lewis retorted, "Who says you can't massage the chest and buttocks?"
Gauthier Pace saw she still wouldn't admit it.
Pointing between her legs, he said, "Fine, massage. Have a look at your private parts, they are still inflad, is this also from the massage? You slut, clearly just ca back from a date with a wild man, right? How is it, felt good with another man?"
"Yes, felt great!"
Since she had been uncovered.
Gwendolyn Lewis decided not to hide anymore.
Pointing to her lower regions, she said, "Just now, a few hours ago, a handso man visited and made feel great, how's that, satisfied?"
Bang!
Gauthier Pace slapped her on the face.
This slap was vicious.
Gwendolyn Lewis spun around, leaving a red handprint on her face.
"You shaless whore, you dare speak like that, utterly shaless."
Gwendolyn Lewis held her face, retorting, "I'm shaless? Fine, since it's all out now, I won't pretend anymore."
After saying this.
Gwendolyn Lewis went into the bedroom.
Took out a thick envelope, slamd it on the coffee table, and said, "Open it up and see if I'm shaless."
Gauthier Pace furiously opened the envelope.
Out fell a pile of photos, scattered on the ground.
Randomly picked up a couple, inside were scenes of Gauthier Pace embracing won, so with lips, so with hands, and even a few showing him exiting a hotel arm in arm with won. Searching casually, there were no less than a dozen won.
"You had soone follow ?"
Gauthier Pace asked.
Gwendolyn Lewis sneered, saying, "Since last year, over the span of half a year, I hired soone to take these photos, Director Pace. You've been quite busy this half year. Just from my private detective alone, there are 16 different won in total. It's not because I have soone else outside, but rather I find you too dirty, not wanting to touch you. You dare co here accusing ? Where is your face?"
Having his scandal revealed.
Gauthier Pace was montarily speechless.
He sat down on the sofa, thought for a mont, and said, "Alright, I won't hold this against you. Just tell who the man is, and I'll let you go."
"Then you don't need to let go, the worst case is mutual destruction."
Gwendolyn Lewis said coldly.
Gauthier Pace nodded and said, "Fine, you won't say? No problem, I'll find out myself. If I find out who the man is, I'll kill him."
After throwing down this sentence.
Gauthier Pace walked out the door.
Leaving the room in disarray and Gwendolyn Lewis slumped on the ground.
However, she didn't cry; instead, her gaze beca resolute.
The next morning.
Dirk Carter, with Yves Quill's help, had just moved personal belongings into the office, when Bjorn Dixon showed up before he could finish organizing.
"Hello, County Mayor Dixon."
Dirk Carter hurriedly put down his things and respectfully greeted Bjorn Dixon.
Bjorn Dixon smiled warmly and asked, "Dirk Carter, are you satisfied with this office?"
"Satisfied, satisfied, it's nice."
Dirk Carter nodded repeatedly.
Bjorn Dixon chuckled and said, "Glad to hear. This office was intentionally tidied up by Director Delano as per my request, with not much alteration, maintaining its original appearance."
"Thank you, County Mayor Dixon, that's so generous of you."
Dirk Carter said.
Bjorn Dixon waved his hand, saying, "We're colleagues now, no need for formalities. It's not you should thank, but Yorke Payne."
After saying this, he looked over at Delano and asked, "Director Delano, where did Yorke Payne die back then?"
Delano pointed at the desk beside Dirk Carter and said, "Yorke Payne probably committed suicide right there in that spot."
"Oh? And where was the body found?"
Bjorn Dixon continued asking.
Delano, clearly understanding what Bjorn Dixon ant, said, "When the body was found, it was lying under the desk, surrounded by blood, with so brain matter."
"Tsk tsk, that's truly disgusting."
Bjorn Dixon mockingly exclaid.
Then, smilingly looked at Dirk Carter and said, "Dirk Carter, I rember Yorke Payne was forced to death by you, right? You say, if you stay in this office, co across work overti or a duty shift, will Yorke Payne co looking for you? Hahaha…"
His words were already laced with sarcasm.
The others behind him also began to laugh.
After all, Bjorn Dixon is the head of the county governnt, whereas Dirk Carter, though a deputy county mayor, isn't even part of the Standing Committee. Moreover, the county governnt staff didn't particularly like Dirk Carter, so such a scenario seed inevitable.
His goal was simple.
To provoke Dirk Carter.
However, Dirk Carter didn't react, just smiled and said, "County Mayor Dixon, I'm a firm materialist; I never believe in ghosts and spirits. But from what you've said, does County Mayor Dixon have research in this area? Or is County Mayor Dixon a closet taphysical believer within the system?"
With that said.
The atmosphere suddenly beca tense.
Everyone's laughter abruptly ceased.
Bjorn Dixon also had a gloomy expression, appearing on the verge of anger but still forcibly held it back, smiling while saying, "Dirk Carter, it seems you have no sense of humor, taking a joke so seriously, haha… Youthful, quite youthful indeed..."
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