"No help!"

Dirk Carter said firmly.

Phoebe Sutton nodded and said, "Fine, you won't help, right? Ramirez, smash it for me!"

Ramirez Carter was also a bit of a hothead; whatever Phoebe Sutton told him to do, he did.

He directly threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

Picked up a chair and smashed it towards the window.

Phoebe Sutton didn't sit idle either. She rushed into the kitchen, knocked all the bowls and chopsticks to the floor, muttering: "Won't help, huh? Then nobody needs to live well."

I've seen unreasonable people before.

Never seen anyone this unreasonable.

Dirk Carter was also speechless.

He opened the door directly and said, "Fine, you take your time smashing, I won't accompany you."

Then.

He simply left.

When he came back home in the afternoon, the whole rental room was a mess.

It was no longer livable.

Originally planning to move to the new house later, now it seemed like they had to move earlier.

After going through the lease termination with the landlord and compensating a sum of money, Dirk Carter took his limited belongings and moved into the model home at Apex Gardens.

When he pushed the door open.

Dirk Carter was stunned.

To be honest, he had never lived in such a good room in his life.

Moreover, the model home had all kinds of living facilities fully equipped; it was a blessing in disguise.

Do you think this farce ended here?

It did not.

Around ten o'clock on Monday morning, while Dirk Carter was still in the office reading materials, sounds of commotion came from outside.

He opened the window and looked downstairs.

Dirk Carter's blood rushed to his head.

At the entrance of the office building, there sat Phoebe Sutton and her family of three dressed in mourning clothes, especially his aunt, who was wailing, "Oh brother, sister-in-law, how tragically you died, leaving behind this heartless Dirk, he's now an official and is bullying us, oh brother, sister-in-law, if you have spirits in heaven, look at your unfilial son..."

Knock knock knock.

A knock at the door was heard.

Before he could respond.

Corbin Hall's head poked in.

He said, "Secretary General Carter, Director Levin wants you to go to his office."

Headache, a real headache.

Dirk Carter had no choice but to reluctantly walk into Clifford Levin's office.

Just as he entered the door.

Clifford Levin berated him: "Dirk Carter, do you remember what I told you the first day you came? I told you not to cause trouble, don't cause trouble. Can't you understand or what? I'm giving you three minutes to sort out the situation downstairs. If you can't handle it, don't bother coming back. When Secretary Lewis returns, I'll have a word with him."

Dirk Carter nodded and said, "Director Levin, I'll handle it, but there's something I don't understand."

"What is it?"

"A family of three dressed in mourning clothes; are the security guards at the door blind? How did they even get in?"

As soon as Dirk Carter asked this.

Clifford Levin's face stiffened.

He barked like a cornered dog, "How should I know? Are you questioning me? Is this your mess or mine?"

"Alright, I'll handle it right away."

Dirk Carter turned around and left.

As he walked out of the office, everyone was pointing at him, seemingly discussing something.

At this moment, Dirk Carter.

Had a vague idea in his mind.

He originally thought this farce was just a coincidence, but now it seemed there was something hidden behind it.

When he got downstairs.

Phoebe Sutton saw Dirk Carter and maintained her shrewish demeanor.

Dirk Carter squatted down.

He said, "Auntie, please don't make a scene. If I help you with the two favors you requested, will you be satisfied?"

Phoebe Sutton was delighted.

With a sobbing tone, she said, "Now there are three favors. Your brother is getting married and needs a car, you must arrange it, otherwise, I'll die here today and not leave."

The anger inside Dirk Carter was about to burst out.

He turned to look at the building.

At the window of the County Committee Office Director's room, he could vaguely see two figures.

Indeed, it was another one of Clifford Levin's tricks.

At this moment.

Clifford Levin and Corbin Hall were watching Dirk Carter downstairs, and when he turned around, Corbin Hall trembled and stepped back.

"What are you afraid of?"

Clifford Levin asked disdainfully.

Corbin Hall scratched his head and said, "Director, I'm afraid Dirk Carter will hold a grudge. After all, he's Secretary Lewis's secretary."

"Hold a grudge? Does he have that qualification? The first big secretary of the County Committee is me, not him; I allowed him to be this secretary, he could be; if I don't allow it, he can't be. Donal Lewis hates trouble, and someone with such a filthy background still wants to be his secretary? Daydreaming! You'll see, once this mess is over, Dirk Carter's reputation in the County Committee will be ruined."

"But Director, what if Dirk Carter really helps them?"

Corbin Hall asked worriedly.

Clifford Levin sneered and said, "That's even better; I'll just turn around and accuse him of abuse of power. Then, forget about being the County Committee Secretary's secretary; I bet even keeping his public office will be an issue."

Upon hearing this.

Corbin Hall gave Clifford Levin a thumbs up.

Flatteringly said, "Ingenious, Director Levin, your plan is truly clever. Dirk Carter is probably already in a dilemma now."

"Hahaha..."

Watching the farce downstairs.

Clifford Levin laughed out loud.

With a malicious glint in his eyes.

Faced with Phoebe Sutton's third condition.

Dirk Carter wasn't angry.

With a smile, he asked, "Auntie, are there any other requests? You can state them all at once, and I'll handle them all for you, today."

Phoebe Sutton smiled through her tears.

She said, "There's also the house. Your brother's previous house was mortgaged; he doesn't even have a house to get married."

"Alright, I'll arrange the house too; how about a place at Apex Gardens?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Apex Gardens?

That set costs at least a million.

Phoebe Sutton, somewhat disbelieving, asked, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Auntie, you get up first, and I'll accompany you to settle everything, alright?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Phoebe Sutton wiped her nose and asked, "Are you sure?"

"I'm absolutely sure. As long as you come with me now, I'll arrange it immediately."

Having finished, Dirk Carter supported Phoebe Sutton's arm.

Phoebe Sutton, half-believing, thought to herself that she wouldn't know if it was true unless she tried.

With a warning tone, she said, "Dirk, you'd better not deceive me, or I'll make a scene here every day."

"No, as I said, we'll go settle these things now."

Phoebe Sutton and her family stood up.

With the support of Dirk Carter, they walked out of the County Committee compound.

At this moment, a business car slowly drove up to them, with the words "Apex Gardens House Viewing Shuttle" printed on it.

Dirk Carter opened the car door.

He said to Phoebe Sutton, "Aunt, let's go, I'll arrange for you to view the house now."

Seeing this car, Phoebe Sutton had no doubts.

About twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the Apex Gardens property.

Led by a beautiful saleswoman.

The group entered a model home.

This model home was more advanced than Dirk Carter's, the decoration was better, and the space was larger.

As soon as Phoebe Sutton walked in, she was overjoyed, and the tears from before were long gone.

"Aunt, are you satisfied with this house?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Phoebe Sutton nodded repeatedly and said, "Satisfied, satisfied, I'm too satisfied."

Dirk Carter smiled slightly and said, "Aunt, we're family; we can talk things over. You teaming up with outsiders to scam your nephew is just unreasonable."

Phoebe Sutton, who was excitedly touring, had her smile freeze upon hearing this.

"Dirk, what do you mean? What do you mean teaming up with outsiders to scam you?"

Phoebe Sutton said, somewhat angrily.

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