Dirk had already occupied this body.

But looking again, it remained dazzling, making people envious.

Zoey Moss was the most alluring woman he knew.

She possessed the elegance of a mature woman and the innocent shyness of a young girl. When these qualities perfectly merged, the sensation was beyond words.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Dirk frozen in place, Zoey asked.

Dirk dropped the needle bag.

He rushed forward, embraced Zoey, and said, "Sis, you're too tempting, why don't we move around a bit and work up a sweat first."

Zoey tapped Dirk on the tip of his nose, charmingly saying, "You cheeky thing, you don't just want to help me sweat, you want to devour me, don't you?"

"So will you let me?"

Dirk asked.

Zoey blushed and shyly replied, "I've presented myself to you, how can I deny you? You miss me, and I miss you too..."

Under Dirk's gentle caress.

Zoey couldn't contain herself any longer.

She hooked her arm around Dirk's neck, blinked her attractive eyes, and suddenly pressed her lips to his...

On the office sofa.

The scene was heated and enchanting.

Just as Dirk had said.

After a wild storm.

Zoey was already drenched in fragrant sweat.

In this situation, applying needles was even more effective than a sauna.

After sending Zoey off.

Dirk replayed her earlier words in his mind.

Just as Zoey had overheard.

Sherman Summers wouldn't swallow this insult.

Currently, he hadn't acted yet. One reason was his fear of a destructive confrontation with Dahlia Hughes. Another reason was that Dirk had just handled Tristan Reid. Immediately targeting Dirk would easily draw unwanted attention.

His deep scheming nature wouldn't allow him to do something foolish.

Patience, the necessary skill in the political arena.

But regardless.

The grudge between Dirk and Sherman Summers was settled.

Dirk didn't want trouble.

But now that things had come to this.

He had no regrets.

No matter what Sherman Summers planned to do next, Dirk would just take it as it came.

Around three-thirty in the afternoon.

Zach Griffin hurried in, telling Dirk that Brianna Quincy had acted out again.

During this period.

Dirk had been dealing with Tristan Reid's issues.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't handle Yvette Shaw's situation.

On the contrary, he had Zach Griffin keep an eye on Brianna's grocery store.

A few days ago, Brianna Quincy took the store's earnings from recent times and went out to have fun with the widow from the butcher shop.

They hadn't been in town.

So Dirk hadn't acted.

The two had just reached near the grocery store when they heard a loud commotion inside.

"You slut, where's the money? Where did you hide the money? Did you spend it on some guy outside? If you don't give me the money today, I'll beat you to death."

"Sob, sob... there's no money left in the store. You took most of the income from the past half-month. The money from the last few days was used for restocking; we don't have a penny at home."

This was Yvette Shaw's tearful voice.

Hearing it.

Zach Griffin wanted to rush in.

Dirk grabbed him and said, "Wait a bit longer."

Hearing that there was no money.

Brianna Quincy went berserk again.

She knocked the goods off the shelves onto the floor.

A slap landed on Yvette Shaw's face.

She yelled, "Damn it, you slut, I don't care how you do it, give me the money, or I'll strip you and throw you on the street for the neighbors to see!"

"Sob, sob, Brianna, there really isn't any money at home..."

"No money? If there's no money, go sell yourself! You barren woman, what's the point of keeping you? Do you believe I'll beat you to death now?"

Brianna Quincy, with her massive build, raised her hand again.

She wanted to slap Yvette Shaw once more.

But as her palm approached Yvette Shaw, suddenly a hand reached out and grasped her wrist.

This veiny hand was suspended mid-air.

Brianna Quincy raised her head.

She saw a clean-cut face.

She frowned and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

"Boss, I'm here to buy something."

"To buy something? My shop ain't open today, get out!"

Brianna Quincy cursed loudly.

She tried to withdraw her hand.

But despite pulling multiple times, she found Dirk's hand unwavering.

Her strength seemed to disappear like mud into the ocean.

"Dirk!"

Yvette Shaw had shut her eyes in fear of being hit.

After hearing a familiar voice, she opened her eyes and saw Dirk.

"You know each other?"

Brianna Quincy asked.

"Not only do we know each other, we're very close." Dirk said.

Brianna Quincy seemed to realize.

She tried to kick Yvette Shaw again, cursing, "You slut, I was right, spending money on a pretty boy?"

Just as she extended her leg.

Dirk released her wrist.

Her hand was on edge.

Once released, her body lost control.

She missed the kick, staggered, and slammed into the shelves behind her, grimacing.

"Yvette, get up!"

Dirk reached out, helped Yvette off the floor.

He pulled her to his side and said, "Yvette, don't worry about anything, I'll handle the rest."

Despite some concern.

Yvette trusted Dirk's words.

She nodded.

She leaned against Dirk's back.

"You slut, going wild, brought your lover here, didn't you? If I hadn't come home, you'd be unchecked."

Brianna Quincy struggled up, cursing.

Dirk smiled slightly and said, "Don't say things so harshly, haven't you also been with women outside?"

"I'm a man."

"So? A man can cheat and commit domestic violence, but a woman cannot?"

"You know nothing, she's a barren hen, what use is keeping her?"

Dirk asked, "Have you ever thought, maybe you're a rooster that can't fertilize?"

"Goddamn it, you looking for a fight? See if I don't finish you today."

After cursing.

Brianna Quincy yelled and charged at Dirk.

Before reaching him.

Dirk kicked, hitting her in the stomach.

Like a broken kite, Brianna Quincy flew back, slamming into the shelves, bending them.

"Ouch, damn it, so painful..."

The commotion drew a crowd.

Seeing Brianna Quincy shakily stand again.

This time she was enraged.

She grabbed a sickle from the floor.

Just as she raised it.

Dirk waved his hands, saying, "No more fighting, no more, I surrender, big brother, how about naming a price for letting me off?"

Hearing Dirk actively suggest naming a price.

Brianna Quincy's mind began calculating.

A wife "cheating" didn't bother him, money mattered.

Scanning Dirk, she coldly snorted, "Chicken out, huh? Slept with my wife, beat me, won't brush me off with a few bucks."

"Name your price." Dirk replied.

Brianna Quincy thought a moment.

"Eight thousand, can't settle this for less."

Expecting a larger demand, but she only asked for eight thousand.

Dirk paused, "No need for eight thousand, how about twenty thousand?"

Haggling wasn't rare.

But raising the bid, first time seeing this.

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