Of course, Dirk Carter knew what he wanted to say.

Staring at his face, wanting to hear how he would explain himself.

Being stared at so intently by Dirk Carter.

Russell Sadler, on the other hand, was at a loss for words.

He stammered several times, finally saying, "I'll be heading out for now."

Aside from Russell Sadler.

The other department leaders were the same.

They used to act as if they didn't see Dirk, not even greeting him.

But today, they were all running around like headless chickens. As soon as Dirk's office was empty, they all found some excuse to go in.

Either to report work.

Or to have him sign this or that document.

In short, everyone wanted to know what Dirk's attitude was towards them as soon as possible.

At this moment.

There was another person as anxious as a headless chicken.

That was Ivan Pitts.

In the office.

Ivan had already been pacing back and forth.

The sweat on his forehead had never dried.

Finally.

The sound of knocking came.

Ivan reacted like he had been electrified, running to the door himself and opening it personally. Seeing Yves Quill at the door, he grinned and said, "Little Yves, come in, come in…"

Yves walked in with a calm demeanor.

Ivan immediately pulled him to sit on the sofa.

He brewed a cup of tea and offered it to Yves, saying, "Little Yves, have a drink."

"Director Pitts, did you need me for something?"

Yves asked.

Ivan chuckled and said, "Little Yves, there was a bit of a misunderstanding between us before. Misunderstandings are something that can be cleared up by talking openly, right?"

"Are you trying to say it was a misunderstanding that you slept with Bianca Lewis?"

Yves asked.

Ivan waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no, that's true. But let's think about it from another perspective, a woman like Bianca Lewis isn't anything good. She betrayed you just for a job position. My actions, although wrong, were in a sense, a way for you to see her true colors."

Yves, upon hearing this.

Smiled and said, "Director Pitts, I've always heard that shamelessness is invincible, and it seems true. Your mastery in shamelessness is unprecedented."

In the past, if Yves had said such words.

Ivan would have exploded in anger.

But not today.

Though the words were harsh, he managed to tolerate them.

He chuckled and said, "Little Yves, you can say whatever you want, as long as you can forgive me. I called you over this time to sincerely apologize and, furthermore, to arrange a marriage for you."

"Arranging a marriage? What do you mean?"

Yves asked.

Ivan still had a shameless expression.

He said, "My daughter Shannon Pitts, you've met her, she's quite presentable. What happened with Bianca Lewis was my fault, so I'm arranging my daughter for you as compensation, how about it?"

"Director Pitts, if I'm not mistaken, your daughter is only 18, right?"

Yves asked.

Ivan smiled awkwardly and said, "Eighteen is eighteen, but my daughter has developed quite well, with an impressive figure, no worse than Bianca Lewis. If you're interested, I'll make arrangements, and my daughter will definitely take good care of you."

Whoosh!

Yves suddenly stood up.

Pointing at Ivan, he angrily said, "Ivan Pitts, I've seen despicable people, but never someone as despicable as you. Encouraging someone to sleep with your daughter just to keep your director position, do you have no bottom line? Do you have no shame?"

"Heh, bottom line and shame can't fill your stomach. I've fought a lifetime to become the director of this office, and I don't want it to end like this. You will be Director Carter's secretary soon, I hope you can put in a good word for me with him, and I assure you won't be at a loss."

After saying this.

He pulled out a bank card from his pocket.

And placed it in front of Yves.

Yves stared at the bank card for a long time.

Then gritted his teeth, stood up.

And left directly.

Leaving Ivan in a daze, who closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and sighed deeply, saying, "It's over, it's over…"

At eight o'clock in the evening.

Dirk Carter, dragging his tired body, walked out of the courtyard of the Education Bureau.

Today was the most thrilling day since he arrived in Kenton County.

And also the most frustrating.

Toppling Yorke Payne and Rand Quance single-handedly should have been a great achievement for Dirk.

In fact, it wasn't like that.

The current result wasn't what he wanted.

One dead, one escaped, meaning no matter how far the investigation goes, it ends with these two, no more will be implicated.

With Yorke Payne dead.

The original benefits chain within the Education Bureau is broken.

For those behind him, it's like having a major source of income cut off.

They won't take this lying down.

Sooner or later, they will take action against Dirk.

In this situation of enemies lurking in the dark, Dirk was in a passive position, taking the hits.

It naturally didn't feel good.

At seven in the evening.

Dirk got off the car at The Tonight Club's entrance.

He came this time to see if Declan Newhart might know anything about the mastermind behind the scenes, any clue, no matter how small.

As he reached the entrance.

He saw Rosie in a red outfit.

She recognized Dirk at first glance.

Hurriedly coming over, she said, "Good evening, Dirk."

"Good evening."

Dirk nodded in response and asked, "Where's Declan?"

"He had to take care of something, but he should be back soon. Perhaps I could take you up for a bath, and he should return by the time you're done."

Rosie suggested.

Dirk waved his hand and said, "No need, just take me for a cup of tea, I happen to be a bit thirsty."

"Sure, this way please."

Rosie gestured, leading Dirk into the elevator.

Unlike last time they met.

Today, Rosie wore a vibrant red stepmother dress.

The tight fabric perfectly wrapped around her seductive figure.

Especially since the dress was quite short.

Walking with considerable sway in her hips, those with poor self-control might find her back captivating.

In the serene tea room.

Dirk and Rosie sat across from each other.

She deftly arranged the tea set.

"Have you studied tea culture?"

Dirk asked.

Rosie smiled gently.

And said, "In our line of work, you have to know a bit of everything, otherwise, there wouldn't be any repeat customers."

Dirk nodded and said, "The service at The Tonight Club is indeed excellent. I imagine anyone who's been here once wouldn't go anywhere else."

Upon hearing this.

Rosie looked pleased.

She said, "The entire process, I taught it all."

"You taught it? You know all this?"

Dirk asked.

Rosie smiled and said, "Of course, if I didn't know how, how would the others know?"

After saying this.

She stood up.

And opened a small door next to the tea room.

Revealing a room that looked like a massage room.

At the center was a massage table.

A dummy lay on the massage table.

The dummy looked realistic, with all the necessary and unnecessary details crafted meticulously.

"This is…"

Dirk curiously asked.

Rosie said, "This is my lab."

"Lab? For what?"

"What else? Naturally, researching men, how to make men more comfortable, how to provide release in the shortest amount of time, I spend an hour or two every day researching."

Dirk was genuinely impressed.

No wonder The Tonight Club's business was thriving.

All thanks to Rosie's hands-on teaching.

Dirk scratched his head and asked, "But every man's needs are different. How can you ensure your research is correct?"

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