The one who was shocked was not Maeve Winters, but Delilah Goodman.

At that moment, she felt as if she were swimming in a sea of happiness.

Seeing Maeve's face, she gasped, quickly dismounted from bed, and covered herself with a blanket.

"Maeve, I... I... I'm not..."

She was momentarily panicked.

She had no idea how to explain it.

She thought Maeve would storm off angrily.

But she didn't.

With a bang.

She actually closed the door behind her with her back.

"Maeve, if you want to blame someone, blame me. It was my idea, it's not Dirk Carter's fault."

Seeing Maeve slowly approach the bed, Delilah hurriedly explained.

Maeve fixed her eyes on Dirk Carter, then, under the gaze of both, she extended her right hand.

A slap seemed unavoidable.

Just as Delilah was about to get up to protect Dirk, Maeve's hand fell on her own buttons.

Her fingers flew.

Four buttons were quickly undone.

Revealing the underwear inside.

"What... what are you doing?"

Delilah questioned in surprise.

Maeve gave a mischievous smile and said, "Oh, nothing, just joining in the fun with you two..."

"Join in the fun? What do you mean?"

"Sis, we agreed to share all good things, and Dirk Carter is no exception."

With that said.

Maeve had already shed her clothes and quickly slipped under the covers.

What is the happiness of having it all?

Tonight, Dirk Carter fully understood the meaning of this term.

Initially, Delilah was a bit restrained, but with Maeve's encouragement, she gradually got more involved.

When daylight broke, Dirk got out of bed, and when he walked out of the bedroom door, he was bracing himself against the wall.

He glanced back at the two sisters still sound asleep.

Only managing a wry smile.

For all that time, he had become the "toy" for both sisters.

While Dirk was still trembling, in the county hospital ward, June Bates, with both hands wrapped in bandages, was crying bitterly.

Shane Vincent listened with a steely face as he recounted the entire process.

His teeth clenched tightly, wishing he could tear Dirk Carter apart right then and there.

"Alright, just focus on getting better. I'll handle this matter."

Shane Vincent said.

"Deputy County Head Vincent, what about my business?"

June Bates eagerly asked.

Shane Vincent thought for a moment and said, "Wait for my news."

Then, he turned and walked out.

Fifteen minutes later, Shane Vincent appeared in a teahouse not far from the hospital.

"What do you think of this matter?"

He asked a middle-aged man sitting opposite him.

The middle-aged man looked around forty years old.

He wasn't tall, about 165 cm or so.

He had a very standard square face.

His features were unremarkable, even bordering on ugly.

Especially with the obvious pits on his face, resembling the surface of the moon.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Deputy County Head Vincent, Dirk Carter is a person with some strategies. I've checked, and he had no prior contact with Old Scar, so there must be a reason why he could persuade Old Scar to act. And for a cadre at the section level to dare say such threatening words to a deputy county head, it indicates he's got something to back him up."

"Are you saying he does have evidence in his hands?"

Shane Vincent asked with a frown.

The square face nodded and said, "Not only does he have evidence, but it might even be fatal evidence. It seems head-on confrontation won't work; we need to change tactics."

"Change tactics? How? Surely you don't mean I, as a deputy county head, should bow my head to him?"

Shane Vincent was clearly displeased.

The square face smiled slightly and said, "Deputy County Head Vincent, I recall there is a deputy director position vacant in the Work Safety Administration. How about giving this position to Dirk Carter?"

"Gideon Fletcher, are you out of your mind? You want me to promote him?"

Shane Vincent asked.

The square face was none other than Gideon Fletcher, the owner of Gideon's Plastic Granule Processing Plant.

Faced with Shane Vincent's questioning, he remained calm and leaned in to whisper a few words in his ear, which brought a sinister smile to Shane Vincent's face.

"Old Fletcher, what a move! Let's see if Dirk Carter can escape this way, hahaha..."

Seeing Shane Vincent burst into hearty laughter.

Gideon Fletcher snapped his fingers.

With a creak,

a small door next to the teahouse opened.

Then, a woman in a cheongsam gracefully walked out.

The woman was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, no less than 170 cm tall.

The high slit of the cheongsam perfectly highlighted her long legs, and with each step, one could seemingly glimpse her tight, round bottom.

In the presence of such beauty.

Shane Vincent's gaze was fully captivated.

He swallowed, pretending to ask seriously, "Old Fletcher, who is this?"

"Oh, Deputy County Head Vincent, this is Miss Jiao, the teahouse owner. She said she has some matters to report to you, Deputy County Head Vincent, so I won't disturb you then."

With that.

Gideon Fletcher stood up.

Glancing meaningfully at Jiao Jiao, he opened the door and left.

"Miss Jiao, what do you have to report?"

Shane Vincent was barely able to hold back, his eyes roving over her body, wishing he could devour her whole.

Jiao Jiao seductively held Shane Vincent's hand and said sweetly, "Sir, why don't we go inside, and Jiao Jiao will report to you in person?"

"Alright, alright, let's go inside, go inside."

Shane Vincent stood up,

Wrapped his arm around Jiao Jiao's slender waist, eagerly walking inside.

In no time, the inner room echoed with Jiao Jiao's voice reporting work, but the sounds were more like throaty moans...

Meanwhile, on Dirk Carter's side.

After cooking a packet of instant noodles and finishing it, he regained some strength.

Just as he swallowed the last mouthful of soup,

the bedroom door opened.

Maeve, completely naked, stretched lazily and walked out.

One had to say, Maeve's physique was exceptional among her peers.

Due to regular exercise, her thighs were straight and firm, her stomach flat and smooth. Perhaps in pursuit of cleanliness, she had also shaved her private area, presenting a tigress look.

"Does it look good?"

Noticing Dirk staring at her.

Maeve asked.

"It looks good."

"Who's prettier, my sister or me?"

Maeve continued to ask.

What a tricky question.

Dirk had no idea how to answer.

Seeing his dilemma, Maeve giggled and said, "Among three people, I have a teacher; in that area, I can't compare to my sister, I'll need to learn more another day."

Is this how the phrase "among three people, I have a teacher" is used?

Dirk was speechless.

"Don't just stand there, come with me to the prison."

"What are we going to the prison for?"

Dirk asked, confused.

Maeve turned serious and said, "The prison called saying Darian Brooks wants to see me. It seems that the video we secretly recorded had an effect on him."

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