Exiting from Savor House.
It was already past eight in the evening.
At this mont, a family car was already waiting at the entrance.
Dirk Carter opened the passenger door, and the driver was none other than Genevieve.
On the way back, listening to Dirk recount his experiences of the day, Genevieve took a sharp breath and said, "Both of these won are very dangerous figures. Being caught between them is as risky as dancing on a knife's edge."
Dirk curiously asked, "What's the grudge between this Flower Sister and Mayor Yves?"
"You don't know?"
Genevieve asked in surprise.
Dirk shook his head.
Genevieve laughed, "If there's a grudge between two won, it's usually because of a man..."
In Genevieve's words,
If Flower Sister is a fox, then Yves Giles is a viper.
Both are won who can utterly destroy you with just a touch.
Yves Giles, 34 years old this year, is the youngest mayor among the 12 prefecture-level cities of Janton State, and she's a female mayor at that.
Such a beautiful woman becoming a mayor at this age naturally raises doubts about whether she rose through her body.
Of course, we cannot deny beauty and physical allure are her weapons.
But what truly brought her to where she is today are her ruthless actions and vicious thods.
A general's success is built on the bones of many, and Yves Giles has co to power by stepping on the shoulders and remains of many. Yet, she's still surrounded by countless n.
There's indeed a version of the story circulating popularly about the animosity between Yves Giles and Flower Sister.
This version is quite enigmatic, and its truth remains unknown.
However, it appears to have so credibility.
The saying goes, at thirty, a wolf; at forty, a tigress. Yves Giles, now 34, is beautiful but still unmarried. Especially at her age, needs arise.
Yves Giles is no exception.
Rumors portray Yves Giles as a woman with a significant need for intimacy.
This isn't surprising.
After a day of outsmarting n and dealing with cunning tricks, by night, there's always so resentnt that needs release, and the man for Yves Giles is her driver, nad Anson White.
Anson White is a veteran, not particularly handso but robust.
There's a legend about how Yves Giles ended up entangled with Anson White, who reportedly spread it himself later.
That night.
Yves Giles attended a reception banquet.
Due to the pleasant atmosphere,
Yves ended up drinking a few more glasses.
Upon returning to the car, she was already quite tipsy.
Driver Anson White drove her to her door; Yves was too inebriated to walk.
No choice, Anson had to carry Yves inside, using her key to open the door and place her on the bed.
At that mont, Yves groggily awoke, catching the scent of male hormones from Anson White, and suddenly grew restless, imdiately wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her.
That night.
Anson White exerted all his skills, attending to this female leader and bringing her imnse satisfaction. From then on, Anson beca her exclusive "tool."
To beco the outlet for a beautiful leader,
is the dream of many n.
But who would have thought, Anson White, initially seeing it as novel, found it hard to maintain over ti.
The fertile land needed constant cultivation, but he, this ox, was unable, his body weakening after ten days to half a month.
Yves Giles didn't care.
She bought heaps of supplents for Anson to consu.
Anson White had complaints he couldn't voice.
And that wasn't even the main issue.
The main issue was that Anson White actually had a fiancée.
Since becoming Yves Giles' "man," Yves not only demanded he imdiately break off his engagent with his fiancée but also prohibited any further intimate relations with her, even kissing was out of the question, requiring his loyalty solely to her.
Anson figured, "I'm only 23 years old, while you're in your 30s; surely I can't be your lackey for life," naturally refusing to agree.
This angered Yves Giles.
She directly intervened, transferring Anson's fiancée, a nurse, to a rural town hospital.
Intending to separate the couple to seize Anson long-term.
Anson, still with so spine,
Beca furious witnessing Yves Giles' tyranny.
"I might not be able to provoke you, but surely I can avoid you?"
He outright resigned from the driver's post.
By chance,
Anson White went to Marriott International with friends to have fun.
While drunk, he boasted of his "glorious deeds" of sleeping with the mayor in front of waitstaff and hostesses.
A slip of the tongue ets eager ears.
This story, unknowingly, reached Flower Sister's ears.
At that ti, Flower Sister was maneuvering for Brandon Sharp, Deputy Minister of United Front Work in Rexton City, to be transferred to Koryn City as Minister. Rexton City's mayor, Yves Giles, hadn't given the nod.
Flower Sister had a knack for dealing with n but was at a loss against won.
Just then, Anson delivered himself to her doorstep. How could Flower Sister miss this opportunity?
She promptly made contact with Anson, gave him a sum, and Anson, blinded by greed, recounted his history with Yves Giles in detail for Flower Sister.
With Anson in her grasp,
she had the leverage to blackmail Yves Giles.
Under Flower Sister's pressure, Yves Giles eventually conceded on Brandon Sharp's matter.
Only then did Brandon Sharp get the opportunity to serve as Koryn City's Standing Committee mber and Minister of United Front Work.
Yves Giles is one to settle scores, and since that event, the two beca sworn enemies. She frequently caused trouble for Marriott International, but Flower Sister was no pushover either, having rallied a group of n for her protection, leaving neither able to overpower the other.
"What about this Anson White? Where is he now?"
Dirk inquired.
Genevieve chuckled and said, "Not long after that event, Anson was arrested by the police for theft and later sentenced to seven years. As for how it happened, one can only guess."
"Truly a viper,"
Dirk muttered.
Genevieve nodded and said, "That's why I said, these two won, neither is easy to deal with. Flower Sister would kill you; Yves Giles, after using you, won't let you off lightly either. Ever since Anson's incident, her heart has only grown colder. There's no good end for anyone who dares to oppose her."
"Alright, I got it. Let out at the next intersection."
Dirk said.
Genevieve steadily pulled over to the roadside.
She said, "I've prepared for tomorrow's matters as per your instructions."
"Great, after tomorrow, I'll reward you."
Dirk reached across, through Genevieve's collar, giving a playful squeeze on her ample chest.
Genevieve cooed softly, her face flushing with delight as she said, "Okay."
After getting out of the car,
Dirk walked into the alley.
Arriving at an old residential complex, he used a key to open the door, only to see Arden Rivers on the couch hurriedly pulling a blanket over herself.
"Dirk, you're here?"
Arden greeted him.
Dirk nodded and softly asked, "Where are the kids?"
"They're all asleep, and Cat Sister hasn't returned yet."
"I know, I assigned her work; she won't be back for a few days."
Dirk sat down on the sofa heavily.
Because Sydney Tanner's safety was crucial, Dirk had sent The Leopard Cat to protect Sydney Tanner.
Looking at Arden lying there, her face was flushed and eyes quite evasive, as if she couldn't look him in the eye.
"What's wrong with you?"
Dirk asked, puzzled.
Arden stamred, "No... nothing, I'm... I'm fine."
"Why do I feel like sothing's off? Do you have a fever?"
Dirk stood up, placing his hand on her forehead. Arden shuddered slightly and said shyly, "Dirk, I'm... I'm really okay..."
There were no signs of a fever on her forehead.
But she still seed off sohow.
At that mont, Dirk heard a faint buzzing noise.
It sounded like so kind of motor.
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