"How did he find out about Hilliard Hall?"
It was obvious that Shane Vincent's tone had already gotten agitated.
The true origin of the problems with Gideon Plastics Factory was Shane Vincent.
Years ago, he was the deputy county magistrate in charge of environmental protection. Because he took huge bribes from Gideon Fletcher, the CEO of Gideon Plastics Factory, he turned a blind eye to the sewage discharge issue.
But unexpectedly,
the matter was exposed by the provincial media.
He had arduously and painstakingly climbed to the position of deputy county magistrate.
If this matter got out,
not only would his future be ruined, but he might even end up in jail.
So, he thought of having someone else take the fall.
And that scapegoat was naturally Hilliard Hall.
He thought it was an absolutely secretive affair, but to his surprise, besides the few people close to him, an outsider also knew about it.
"I don't know; he told me on his own."
Lauren Radford shook her head.
Shane Vincent paced around the bedroom a few times.
The more he thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. He mumbled, "Could it be Dylan Tate? But no, even Dylan Tate shouldn't know about this. Then how did that kid find out? No, no, I have to figure this out..."
He seemed to suddenly think of something.
He looked sharply at Lauren Radford.
He asked, "Find some people and get that kid tied up."
Lauren Radford panicked upon hearing this.
She said, "Vincent, doing this might provoke that kid, and he's under police surveillance now. A small mistake could lead to a slip-up, and if Hilliard Hall's matter gets out, there might be no way to contain it."
"Then what should we do? Leave this hidden threat? Dylan Tate is dead, and every position might undergo changes. At this critical moment, I can't get into trouble!"
Shane Vincent said.
Lauren Radford pondered for a moment and said, "I do have a plan. Dirk Carter in the health bureau doesn't get along with a guy named Victor Ford. Recently, Victor Ford has been under investigation by the disciplinary committee for personal conduct issues. If we can pull him to our side and use him, maybe we can find a breakthrough."
"Alright, let's do that. I'll talk to the disciplinary committee. As for how to handle it, you communicate with him. I don't care about the process; I just want results. I want to know how Dirk Carter found out about Hilliard Hall."
"Leave it to me."
Lauren Radford replied.
Her answer greatly satisfied Shane Vincent.
In his view, Dirk Carter was just a small fry. Without Dylan Tate as his backer, he's nothing; squashing him is as simple as squashing an ant.
The following afternoon,
Dirk Carter took a leave of absence from Delilah Goodman.
He went home early.
Because there was still something important to do.
A little past four o'clock,
a white Toyota Prado stopped by the roadside.
The car door opened.
Maeve Winters, who had changed into activewear, was already waiting inside.
She wore a loose anorak on top, and yoga pants below, accentuating her long, slender legs.
Her flowing, long black hair was tied into a ponytail today.
Making her look capable and efficient.
"You drive!"
Maeve Winters lifted her shapely hips and swiftly slid into the passenger seat.
As soon as Dirk Carter got in the car, he headed towards Maudland Town.
Maudland Town is about 25 kilometers from the site.
Because there's a stretch of mountain road,
the whole trip takes nearly an hour.
After the car left the city, Dirk Carter suddenly noticed Maeve Winters, chin resting on her hand, staring at him, motionless.
"Is there something on my face?"
Dirk Carter asked.
Maeve Winters smiled gently, but her slender fingers began exploring upward from Dirk Carter's knee, bit by bit.
Then,
the zipper of his pants was pulled down.
Just as Dirk Carter, who was driving, realized what was happening, Maeve Winters leaned forward.
A warm sensation instantly swept through his entire body.
"Feel good?"
A few minutes later, Maeve Winters lifted her head and asked.
Dirk Carter exhaled slowly.
He chuckled awkwardly, "If I hadn't experienced it myself yesterday, it'd be hard to believe yesterday was your first time. You clearly know everything."
Maeve Winters grinned mischievously, "Just because I haven't tasted pork doesn't mean I haven't seen pigs run. My sister often watches those little movies with me; I know all I need to know."
"Director Goodman watches those kinds of movies too?"
That was indeed quite an explosive piece of news.
Maeve Winters pouted and said, "What? Can't my sister have needs? She's been separated from that bastard Bingham Fisher for more than three years now. With no man around, she has to manage on her own, right?"
After all, he's seen photos of Delilah Goodman's boudoir.
That image was easy to imagine.
Seeing the corners of Dirk Carter's mouth curve into a smile,
Maeve Winters asked, "Are you starting to fantasize about my sister?"
"How did you know?"
Dirk Carter asked in surprise.
Maeve Winters scornfully said, "I only found men repulsive before; it's not like I don't understand them. You men all think with your lower half. Do you think you can hide that little evil thought from me, a police detective?"
Almost forgot.
Maeve Winters is a police detective,
and a very skilled one at that.
Such a minor thought really couldn't be hidden from her.
"Well...I..."
Just as he was about to explain,
Maeve Winters suddenly burst out laughing.
"My sister and I are as close as sisters. We're used to sharing good things. If she doesn't oppose, I don't mind either."
Such bold words left Dirk Carter a bit speechless.
Behind that pure exterior, there was a ferociously wild heart.
Meeting such a stunner truly felt like accumulated virtue from a past life.
After driving for about another twenty minutes or so,
they stopped at an intersection.
A nimble figure darted out from the nearby woods, startling Maeve Winters.
"Don't be nervous; this is my childhood buddy, Darius Young."
Dirk Carter pointed to the 27 or 28-year-old crew-cut young man and said.
As soon as Darius Young appeared,
his gaze was immediately drawn to Maeve Winters.
He looked her up and down, then sidled up to Dirk Carter and asked in a low voice, "Dirk, who's this beautiful lady? In all my years, I've never seen someone this pretty."
"My girlfriend,"
Dirk Carter said.
Hearing these words, Maeve Winters blushed, once again becoming shy.
"Dirk, my admiration for you is like the mighty river continuously flowing, growing without ..."
His words were cut off when Dirk Carter interrupted, waving him off and saying, "Alright, save the nonsense for later. Tell me about Ellen Hall's situation!"
Darius Young swallowed hard.
A lascivious smile appeared on his face.
He said, "That Ellen Hall is really something. She doesn't pick and chooses; she's almost welcoming to anyone. That Darian Brooks guy in prison has no idea; he's practically got a forest growing on his head."
"Have you figured out the location?"
Dirk Carter asked.
Darius Young nodded.
Pointing towards the distant woods, he said, "Right over there. Tonight it's supposed to be Carpenter Wang from the village. If you go there early to stake it out, you should be able to catch them in the act."
"Alright, thanks for your hard work."
After saying that,
Dirk Carter took an envelope out of his pocket.
Darius Young tried to refuse repeatedly, but in the end, Dirk Carter forced it into his hand.
Watching Darius Young ride off on his motorcycle,
the two of them took a DV camera from the car and headed into the woods.
Tonight, if they capture the footage of Ellen Hall's affair, Darian Brooks, who's still in prison, might not be able to sit still...