In a split second.
Lauren Radford made up her mind.
She steeled herself.
Suddenly grabbed Dirk Carter's hand and slipped it inside her collar.
Then.
The other hand deftly pressed a button.
Both their car seats began to slowly recline.
Before Dirk Carter could react.
With a twist of her body.
She was straddling Dirk Carter.
Quickly unbuttoned the shorts and said, "Come on, I've never tried car sex in the wilderness."
Dirk Carter was still in shock, unable to grasp the situation.
The once serious investigation team leader was unexpectedly "liberated."
No man can resist a woman's bold advance.
Especially from such a seductive woman.
The feel of her skin was very soft.
Dirk Carter gave a gentle squeeze.
Lauren Radford's eyes started to glaze over with desire.
Though he too craved it intensely, Dirk Carter knew he couldn't touch Lauren Radford just yet; her boldness was only to shut him up.
One touch would mess up all the plans that followed.
Thinking this.
He quickly withdrew his hand.
He chuckled and said, "Team Leader Radford, out here in the wilderness, I don't feel too safe."
"How about we change places and go to my place?"
Lauren Radford asked.
Dirk Carter didn't want her to know what he was really thinking.
Said, "Sister, do you think in my current situation, I still have the heart for such affairs?"
That made sense.
Being listed as an investigation subject by the special task force, anyone would be on edge.
"Even though I'm the team leader, I can't decide everything in the case by myself. It's impossible for you to ask me to revoke the investigation on you directly. Dylan Tate's matter must have an explanation, and the top brass is very serious about it."
Lauren Radford was afraid Dirk Carter would make excessive demands.
After getting off him, she said with some difficulty.
Dirk Carter laughed and said, "Investigate as you should; anyway, my conscience is clear. I'm reasonable too. Didn't Deputy County Head Vincent have a great relationship with Team Leader Radford? How about this: have him come over to our bureau tomorrow morning for some research?"
Lauren Radford was startled.
Asked, "Is it that simple?"
Dirk Carter confidently said, "That simple. I can promise Team Leader Radford and Deputy County Head Vincent that I won't make any reckless statements about Hilliard Hall's business; it's all in the past, and we won't bring it up again. Besides, Hilliard Hall did indeed take money in this matter, didn't he?"
"Why should I trust you?"
Lauren Radford asked.
Dirk Carter chuckled.
He said, "You could take a gamble; you have no choice but to. My situation with Dylan Tate is so precarious that I couldn't afford to offend you and Deputy County Head Vincent at this point unless I had a death wish."
Indeed.
She was the special investigation team leader.
Dirk Carter's fate was still in her hands.
No way this kid would dare play tricks.
After pondering for a moment, she said, "Alright, I'll help you with this matter."
Got off the car at the rental place's entrance.
It was already past ten at night.
The day had been quite eventful.
Upon entering, she found an envelope on the table.
It must have been from Darius Young.
She squeezed it; they seemed like photos.
Upon opening it, Dirk Carter almost got a nosebleed.
There were around twenty to thirty photos, along with a roll of negatives.
In every photo, Delilah Goodman was the star; those heart-pounding images could easily rival some high-production romance movies from certain countries.
During the day, she was the icy, aloof leader at the top.
But at night, she was like this.
If outsiders saw this.
Delilah Goodman's image would undoubtedly crumble.
Bingham Fisher really was a bastard.
He dared to secretly take so many intimate photos while fooling around, and they were of his wife, no less; how perverted could one be?
Damn it.
Looking at this at night.
How could one sleep anymore?
If this were any other time, it might have been fine.
But today, he had missed two opportunities.
After taking a cold shower to clear his head.
Dirk Carter pulled out the notebook left by Dylan Tate from under his pillow.
A thick notebook that documented the sleazy dealings of Stillwater County's big and small officials and known figures.
It even included some people.
Who had risen to even higher positions.
Whether it was Bingham Fisher or Lauren Radford's matter, he had seen it in this notebook.
Having operated in Stillwater County all his life, it wasn't surprising that Dylan Tate knew so many unknown secrets.
Before his death, he left this notebook with him.
Perhaps afraid it would fall into someone else's hands or he knew he'd die and wanted Dirk to use it. One way or another, now, Dirk Carter could only use its content to save his life.
Early the next morning.
Like usual, Dirk Carter entered the health bureau building.
As he entered the office.
The murmuring crowd fell silent upon seeing him.
Everyone looked at him with surprising glances.
Like they'd seen a ghost.
Good news travels slowly, but bad news travels a thousand miles.
The news of Dirk Carter being taken by the anti-corruption bureau for investigation had already spread throughout the health bureau by last night.
No one can openly walk out of the anti-corruption bureau's door, let alone in less than 24 hours?
Everyone knew.
Dirk Carter's position as a section chief in the health bureau was thanks to Dylan Tate's connections.
With Dylan Tate's suicide and investigation, how could Dirk Carter escape unscathed?
Being demoted was the least of his worries.
It was quite possible he'd lose everything.
He was probably just back to pick up his personal items.
The section loved gossip and seeing people get into trouble.
The most exciting part of an otherwise mundane job.
Dirk Carter was aware.
He didn't bother addressing them.
Pulled out his keys, ready to open his office door, only to find the key wouldn't fit.
Fiddled with it endlessly.
Sweat poured from his brow.
It finally didn't work.
He turned and asked, "Fordham, why can't I open my door?"
Fordham Wright, full name, was the deputy head of office administration.
Upon hearing this.
Fordham Wright smirked contemptuously and said, "All the locks were changed yesterday afternoon."
You see.
Dirk had already been trying for a good seven or eight minutes.
During which Fordham was fully aware.
Instantly, Dirk felt anger boiling over.
Asked, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"How was I supposed to know you didn't get the new key? I sent out a notice the morning before."
"The morning before, I was at a funeral; didn't you know that?"
"I forgot. Is that unacceptable?"
Fordham Wright retorted, raising her chin.
Dirk Carter was speechless.
Right then, Victor Ford's cynical voice rose.
"Fordham, I think you should give Chief Carter his key, let him say his goodbyes to the office. Pretty sure he won't get another chance."
"Hahaha..."
The whole office erupted in laughter.
Fordham Wright then drew a key from the drawer.
Casually tossed it.
It landed on the ground.
With a sneering smile, she said, "Chief Carter, no offense, but when you collect your things, I need to verify them first; it's my duty."
To be honest.
When Dylan Tate was still county head.
Each one of them treated him extraordinarily well.
Bordering on obsequiousness.
Now with Dylan Tate gone.
Their darker nature was fully exposed.
Dirk Carter didn't get angry.
Bent down to pick up the key from the floor.
Getting ready to open the door.
Office Director Winston Perry rushed in hastily, saying, "Everyone get ready, Shane Vincent, the Deputy County Head, is coming for a visit, and his car has already entered the yard..."