Chapter 1096 - 1096

"Is it Comrade Lucy Carter?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Lucy Carter nodded in a panic, her voice trembling, "Hello, Secretary General Carter."

"I'm someone who really can't hold his own at times. Next time, if Comrade Lucy Carter sees someone who can, kindly let me know, so I can learn from them..."

After saying this.

Dirk Carter patted Lucy Carter on the shoulder.

Then he pointed at Dulce and said, "Your colleague is being transferred to the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, aren't you going to say goodbye? Otherwise, the next time you meet, it might not be in the office."

Everyone present understood what he meant.

A blatant warning.

Lucy Carter's mind went blank.

She glanced at Dulce with some fear.

Just about to speak.

Dulce said, "Have a good life with Lucas Sutton, remember to send me an invitation when you get married."

This sentence was a response to her previous boast.

Having said what needed to be said, under Dirk Carter's lead, Dulce left.

Once he left,

the oppressive atmosphere in the office finally subsided.

Lucy Carter was in a daze for a moment, almost falling to the ground.

"Did you see that? The relationship between Dulce and Secretary General Carter is definitely not simple."

"You probably didn't know, but I heard that when Secretary Lawson got injured, Dulce waited outside the hospital room for two days..."

"Wow, how did I not know about this earlier? Now that Dulce has caught onto Secretary General Carter's coattails, her future is limitless."

"Who wouldn't agree..."

The others spoke in low voices.

Yet every word still entered Lucy Carter's ears.

At this moment, she finally tasted the bitter fruit of her arrogance, and it perfectly validated what she said before — what goes around comes around.

"Thank you, Secretary General Carter."

On the ride out of the Traffic Police headquarters courtyard, Dulce said to Dirk Carter.

Dirk Carter smiled slightly and asked, "Did I look like a leader just now?"

Dulce blushed.

Embarrassed, she said, "Secretary General Carter, I was wrong before, I shouldn't have said those things, I... apologize, and for getting you injured..."

"Hahaha, there you go again... Alright, let's not talk about this. Transferring you to the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection isn't just to get you out of trouble. I was originally coming to pick you up, just happened to run into that incident..."

Dirk Carter may have spoken casually.

But with that series of actions,

Dulce was completely convinced.

She stole a glance at Dirk Carter's profile with her peripheral vision.

At that moment, for some reason, her heart started to race uncontrollably.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

At the door of room 1708 in the Starlight Grand Hotel, Silverwood City.

Brynn Quincy, looking sharp and stylish, rang the doorbell.

A woman's voice came from inside, "The door's not locked, come in."

Brynn Quincy rubbed his hands together and opened the door.

It was a business suite.

What came into view first was a living room.

On the sofa, Crystal Hale, wearing a bathrobe, sat with her legs crossed, savoring a glass of red wine.

The neckline of the bathrobe was loose.

Her fragrant shoulders were half-revealed.

Pale skin, a delicate collarbone.

At the hem of the bathrobe, a pair of legs shamelessly displayed their allure.

Brynn Quincy's eyes were fixed.

"Boss Brynn is indeed a punctual person; it's my pleasure, as Crystal Hale, to cooperate with someone like Boss Brynn."

As she spoke,

Crystal Hale stood up to pour Brynn Quincy a drink.

The moment her legs parted,

Brynn Quincy caught a fleeting glimpse into the depths of her thighs, still in a vacuum state; though the sight was transient, it was captivating, and a long-simmering force began to swell in his lower abdomen.

As Crystal Hale bent to pour the drink,

the partially open neckline.

Two large mounds came into view.

He couldn't help but gulp.

A certain place in his pants had already pitched a tent.

"Boss Crystal, that's not right; it should be my pleasure to cooperate with such a beauty like you."

Brynn Quincy said, his eyes shining.

"Hahaha..."

Crystal Hale laughed heartily.

Drained her glass in one go.

Then casually sat down again.

Whether intentionally or not,

the hem of the bathrobe opened as she sat down.

Even though her legs remained together,

the lush forest had become unreservedly exposed.

"Boss Brynn, I rarely drink and can't hold my liquor well. My head is a bit sore, can you give me a massage?"

As she finished speaking,

Crystal Hale lay down flat on the sofa.

After that series of actions, Crystal Hale was almost in a disheveled state, and she even asked Brynn Quincy to massage her head, an invitation too obvious to miss.

Brynn Quincy immediately responded, "I'd be more than happy to serve Boss Crystal."

He then stood up.

Walked to the side of Crystal Hale's head.

Extended both hands, gently pressing on her temples.

Crystal Hale put on a very comfortable expression, intentionally closing her eyes.

What did this mean?

It meant he could now do as he pleased.

Seeing this, Brynn Quincy did not hesitate to be impolite.

After a few more presses on the temple, his hands moved down to the neck.

Paused for a moment.

Then continued downward along the neck.

Finally.

Both hands climbed onto the two soft peaks.

The soft, resilient feeling made Crystal Hale emit a sound of delight from her throat.

Clearly, she was enjoying it.

With such a response,

Brynn Quincy became even bolder.

One hand undid the bathrobe's tie.

As the robe opened, a naked, perfect, alluring body came into full view.

Brynn Quincy could no longer hold back.

Quickly stripped himself of clothing.

Then threw himself onto Crystal Hale, starting to roam over the peaks with hands and mouth.

As Crystal Hale's moans grew heavier,

Brynn Quincy finally stopped holding back.

He hoisted Crystal Hale's jade legs onto his shoulders.

Aligning himself properly, he applied a slight push of the hips, and with a plunge, achieved the ultimate union.

The tight embrace felt like fireworks exploding in his brain.

Even Brynn Quinty's throat couldn't help but release a low moan...

Soon, the room was filled with the sound of passionate applause.

Interspersed with Crystal Hale's melodious cries,

creating a scene of exquisite delight.

What Brynn Quincy didn't know then was that this unforeseen encounter was pulling him into an abyss with no end in sight.

As the two remained ensnared in their entanglement,

Dirk Carter, after working overtime for a few hours, also pushed open the door to his villa.

The lights in the living room were on.

A savory aroma of food wafted through the air.

Just then, Megan Goodman emerged from the kitchen, carrying a dish, and the sight left Dirk Carter momentarily stunned.