Back to the office.

Stared at the watch for a long time.

Damon Stafford became increasingly unsettled.

Upon hearing the sound of a door opening from next door, Damon Stafford rushed out and gestured to Gwendolyn Lewis, who was coming out of Cairo Grant's deputy director office.

"Director Lewis, Director Lewis, can you come over for a moment?"

Gwendolyn Lewis returned to Damon Stafford's office, asking, "What's up?"

Damon Stafford quickly shut the door and asked in a low voice, "Director Lewis, how did you get rich?"

"Hehehe, a secret from heaven can't be revealed."

Gwendolyn Lewis said with a smile.

Damon Stafford was anxious.

In a pleading tone, he said, "Director Lewis, you've been here three or four months and I've never said anything against you. If there's a chance to make money, share it with your brother."

"It's not that I'm not sharing, but others asked me to keep it a secret. If I tell you, they won't let me make money anymore."

Gwendolyn Lewis said with some difficulty.

The more she said this, the more anxious Damon Stafford became.

"Director Lewis, can I call you Sister Lewis? Just give me a hint."

Seeing Damon Stafford's anxious appearance.

Gwendolyn Lewis pretended to soften.

After hesitating for a while, she said, "I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone else. I just raised some funds to help others with bridge financing, and I get a 20% commission each time."

"Is the amount of money big?"

Damon Stafford asked.

Gwendolyn Lewis waved her hand and said, "Not big, usually only 150,000 to 120,000 is enough, and it only takes a few hours. The money comes back quickly, with basically no risk."

Such a good deal?

Damon Stafford was immediately tempted.

But his inherent caution made him somewhat skeptical.

He asked, "Director Lewis, you're not lying to me, are you?"

"Look at what you're saying, you're the one who asked me. I wasn't going to tell you. I'm leaving."

After finishing.

Gwendolyn Lewis turned to leave.

Damon Stafford grabbed her arm.

He said, "Director Lewis, don't rush off. To be honest, I'm a bit tight on cash lately and have been trying to think of a way to make money. Sister, help me out, let me earn a bit too."

"Aren't you afraid I'm lying to you?"

"What are you saying? I don't trust others, but I definitely trust Director Lewis."

"It's not impossible. Here's what we'll do: you first raise 150,000 and keep it in your account. Tomorrow at lunch, I'll take you to meet my contact. After you meet them, you'll decide whether to invest, okay?"

Gwendolyn Lewis asked.

Damon Stafford thought about it.

And instantly thought it seemed reliable.

He gritted his teeth and nodded, saying, "Okay, Director Lewis, I'll have the money ready tonight."

"Let me emphasize once more: you must not tell anyone about this money-making path, otherwise, I won't bother with you ever again."

Gwendolyn Lewis pretended to be serious.

Damon Stafford nodded repeatedly.

Saying, "Rest assured, Director Lewis, I'm very tight-lipped. I guarantee no one but the two of us will know."

With Damon Stafford's assurance.

Only then did Gwendolyn Lewis turn to leave.

In the blink of an eye, it was already time to clock out.

On the second day after assuming his position.

Russell Sadler still hadn't arranged a dormitory for Dirk Carter.

Just as he was thinking of possibly spending the night in the office, the phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number.

As soon as he held it to his ear, he heard a familiar voice: "Is this Comrade Dirk Carter?"

Dirk Carter was taken aback and tentatively asked, "Is this Deputy Mayor Ramey?"

"It's me."

On the phone, Charlotte Ramey said.

"Deputy Mayor Ramey, is there something you need from me?"

"Are you free?"

Charlotte Ramey asked directly.

Dirk Carter hurriedly replied, "I'm free; I've already finished work."

"Then come across the street. There's a black Toyota sedan waiting for you."

Charlotte Ramey said.

Already arrived?

Dirk Carter did not dare to neglect.

He hurriedly tidied up his bag and went downstairs.

Sure enough, across the street was a black Toyota sedan.

Charlotte Ramey was the driver.

However, she wore a baseball cap and sunglasses perched on her nose, obviously not wanting to be recognized.

Dirk Carter quickly got into the car.

Charlotte Ramey drove away.

At first, Charlotte Ramey did not speak, and Dirk Carter did not know her intentions, so he also did not know what to say.

After driving for a while.

Charlotte Ramey suddenly asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

"Let me treat you to dinner."

"How can I accept that? Deputy Mayor Ramey, visiting Kenton County, I should be the one treating you."

Dirk Carter said nervously.

Charlotte Ramey chuckled.

She said, "I'm a Kenton County native."

Turned out Charlotte Ramey was local.

Dirk Carter couldn't refuse.

Charlotte Ramey drove to a quiet road and stopped the car, then led Dirk Carter into a small restaurant in an alley, ordering a private dining room and a few dishes casually.

After settling down.

Charlotte Ramey said, "This morning, I went to the city maternal and child health hospital for a check-up. The hospital confirmed it's premature ovarian failure, and their solution was to inject estrogen, yet they said even with injections, it might not cure. I thought it over and decided to come find you."

On the way, Dirk Carter had already anticipated Charlotte Ramey's intentions.

He thought for a moment and said, "Deputy Mayor Ramey, if you've come to find me, you must trust me. But as I said yesterday, treating this kind of issue involves many privacy concerns, so..."

He hadn't finished his sentence.

When Charlotte Ramey interrupted.

She said, "It's okay, since I've come to you, I don't mind other issues. Compared to this illness, other aspects aren't a problem."

Charlotte Ramey's decision wasn't surprising.

Though she's already forty.

Still, in terms of skin, facial features, and body, she only seemed at most thirty.

If the premature ovarian failure worsened, leading to irreversible menopause, she'd quickly age and soon her various aspects would resemble those of a fifty-year-old.

Everyone cherishes beauty.

Perhaps, women like Charlotte Ramey cherish it even more.

Dirk Carter thought for a moment and said, "Okay, where should we handle the treatment?"

"How about your dorm?"

Charlotte Ramey asked.

Dirk Carter scratched his head, somewhat embarrassingly said, "Frankly, the office hasn't assigned me a dorm yet?"

"You've already..."

Charlotte Ramey looked surprised.

She was about to say something, but suddenly stopped.

She seemed to realize something.

And asked, "Do you have a place to stay now?"

"I was planning to get by in the office tonight and decide tomorrow."

Dirk Carter replied honestly.

Charlotte Ramey paused and said, "Well, I have a place in Kenton County. It's yours for now, and we can do the treatment there too."

"But Leader, this treatment isn't completed in one day; it's determined by the effectiveness."

"Doesn't matter, as long as there's hope, it doesn't matter. After today, I'll find you every Friday, no matter how long it takes."

Charlotte Ramey said firmly.

After finishing dinner.

They drove to a high-end community.

Under Charlotte Ramey's guidance, they entered a three-bedroom apartment.

Initially, Dirk Carter thought the apartment had been empty for ages and was probably dusty, but upon opening the door, it was sparkling clean, as if regularly tidied up.

As if understanding the confusion in Dirk Carter's eyes.

Charlotte Ramey said, "My daughter stays here during summer and winter breaks. Even when it's empty, an aunt regularly cleans."

After speaking, she pointed to a picture on the wall.

Somewhat proudly said, "This is my daughter, Christina Ramey."

In the photo, two women leaned against each other.

One was Charlotte Ramey, the other taller than Charlotte Ramey, with a somewhat youthful appearance. Hardly seemed mother and daughter, perhaps sisters.

Compared to Charlotte Ramey.

This daughter appeared more beautiful, clearly inheriting her mother's excellent genes.

"How old is your daughter?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Charlotte Ramey replied, "She's 21 this year, attending university in the capital city."

"21? You had a child at 19?"

Dirk Carter asked in surprise.

For some reason, upon asking this, Charlotte Ramey's eyes instantly became melancholic.

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