Caleb Ford's expression didn't change much.

He said in a very casual tone, "Since Kian Holden made a move, if I, Caleb Ford, don't respond, it would indeed be unreasonable."

At this point.

He paused for a moment.

Looked at Dirk Carter, saying, "Starting today, in a month, I want the name of Grandlake Group to be unheard of in Stillwater County."

Perhaps it takes the most casual tone to say the most domineering words, that's how it seemed.

Dirk Carter nodded.

It was not his place to interfere with their affairs.

Caleb Ford found a car to arrange for Dirk Carter to get a check-up at the hospital, after all, the wound on his arm was still there.

Just before the car set off.

Dirk Carter suddenly lowered the car window.

"President Ford, our previous dealings are settled, but this time, do you owe me another favor?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Caleb Ford replied, "Yes, what do you want?"

"I don't want anything, just hope President Ford won't bother me anymore. I don't have what you're looking for, and even if I did, you wouldn't be able to find it."

After saying this.

Dirk Carter smiled slightly, closed the car window, and left.

Caleb Ford was momentarily dumbfounded.

He really hadn't expected his little tricks had already been seen through.

He stood there for a good ten minutes as if making some kind of decision.

Then took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, has the item been found?"

On the other end, there was a slow, deep voice.

Caleb Ford gritted his teeth, saying, "I'm sorry, leader, I let you down. I didn't find the item on Dirk Carter."

"Oh?"

This answer surprised the other party.

To him, this was a task Caleb Ford was bound to accomplish.

"I heard about him treating your woman, aren't you trying to show mercy?"

This sentence from the other party.

Made Chance Ford's heart skip a beat.

He secretly exhaled and said, "Leader, you know what kind of person I am. It either is or isn't, unrelated to any other matters."

This answer made the person on the phone silent for a moment.

Then slowly said, "Alright, you let this matter go, I'll arrange for someone else to do it, that's it."

After saying this.

The phone was hung up.

At that moment.

Caleb Ford felt a bit of regret.

He knew that person's methods too well. If someone else were to handle this, it might be better if he did it himself. There was a moment where he thought about warning Dirk Carter.

But he couldn't do that.

Because once he did, the name Caleb Ford would cease to exist.

...

When he returned to the rental house, it was already the early hours of the morning.

He opened the door, the lights in the living room were still on.

There were quite a few dishes on the table, still steaming slightly.

"You're back?"

Accompanied by a shout of surprise.

Catherine Sawyer came rushing out of the kitchen with delight.

"Why are you home so late, I was worried sick."

When she said this, she seemed a bit aggrieved.

"Have you been waiting all this time?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Catherine nodded, saying, "Yeah, I didn't know when you'd be home and didn't dare to ask, so I just kept reheating the dishes over and over. Now, they're not good to eat. Why don't you sit and have a cup of tea, I'll make something new for you."

After saying that.

Catherine busied herself in a flurry of activity.

Dirk Carter grabbed her hand.

And asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I haven't, I wanted to wait and eat with you."

Catherine said.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not really, not very hungry."

Upon hearing this sentence.

Dirk Carter's hand drifted down to her abdomen and suddenly moved past the waistband, touching her lotus, starting to tease.

"I think you're hungry."

A few short moves later, dewdrops were already gathering on the petals, and Catherine's breathing became rapid.

"You're so bad!"

She coyly said.

Dirk Carter chuckled, driving forward, his finger stirring slightly, said, "The mouth up here isn't hungry, but the mouth down here is starving. Seems like before eating, I need to satisfy this mouth first."

At this point, Catherine was already collapsing into Dirk Carter's embrace.

Gasping as she nodded.

Dirk Carter withdrew his hand, supporting Catherine's hips, with a bit of force, he lifted her onto the dining table.

In one swift move.

That loose pajama bottom was tossed onto the floor.

Surprisingly, there was nothing underneath.

Both hands pinched the little rabbit.

Dirk Carter asked, "Do you want it?"

"Yes."

Catherine nodded shyly.

"What do you mean yes? I'm asking if you want it. If you don't, I'll just go to sleep."

Dirk Carter feigned an attempt to leave.

Catherine's fire had already been ignited, impossible to extinguish.

She grabbed Dirk Carter's waist tightly.

Urgently saying, "I want it, I want it..."

He was waiting for these words.

Dirk Carter swiftly mounted his steed, right there in the living room, the two of them reenacted an animated Spring Palace Painting.

Coming and going, clashing sharply, not lacking in excitement.

...

Even though last night was a battle of three hundred rounds.

Early the next morning.

Dirk Carter still got up early.

He had something important to do today.

He was visiting someone at the Stillwater County's retirement facility.

Someone who could help him deal with Augustus Hendrix.

The Stillwater County retirement facility is located at the foot of Mount Creston, by Chanticleer Lake.

It is said that the name "Stillwater" came from this.

Especially Chanticleer Lake, shaped like a crowing rooster, very distinctive, and the facility's position happens to be right on the "rooster's head".

After finishing registration at the gate.

Dirk Carter did not enter the building, but instead started to stroll along the lakeside.

After about five minutes of walking, under a massive banyan tree, Dirk Carter saw an elderly white-haired man, quietly sitting by the lake, holding a fishing rod, fishing.

Dirk Carter didn't disturb him.

Instead, he took out his pre-prepared lure rod from the bag, and cast the first line just five meters away from him.

The fake bait plunged into the calm lake, stirring up a ripple, Dirk Carter leisurely reeled it in, paying no attention to the old man beside him.

"Hey, I say, young man, don't you have any manners? Can't you see I'm fishing here?"

The white-haired elderly man finally couldn't hold back, frowning as he said to Dirk Carter.

Dirk Carter acted as if he hadn't heard.

And cast a second line.

The old man's anger rose.

He threw down his fishing rod, walked over to Dirk Carter in a huff, and said, "Did you not hear what I said? Go fish over there."

He pointed to a place over ten meters away.

Dirk Carter turned around and disdainfully asked, "Is Chanticleer Lake your family's? What does it have to do with you where I want to fish?"

"You... you..."

The old man was so angry his beard trembled and eyes bulged.

He rushed directly in front of Dirk Carter, grabbed his rod, snapped it across his thigh, and with a crack, the rod broke.

"Fish! I'll let you fish! Now let's see how you fish!"

As if still not satisfied.

After throwing the rod on the ground, the old man stomped on it twice, completely ruining the fishing rod.

"You old man, how could you be so unreasonable? You broke my rod; you'll have to pay for it!"

Dirk Carter said somewhat angrily.

The old man upon hearing this was also fuming: "Pay I'll pay, if I dare to break it, I'll dare to pay, however much it costs, I'll give it to you."

After saying this, he went to open his wallet.

Dirk Carter snorted coldly, saying, "It's easy for you to say that, I'm just afraid, old man, you can't afford it!"

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