The originally tense and anxious body finally relaxed.

Finally.

The will to survive still overcame reason.

She also reached out her hand.

Embraced Dirk Carter's solid waist.

Facing each other naked.

A peculiar feeling arose in her body.

"Sis, you lost this match."

Dirk Carter whispered in her ear.

Warm breath caressed her ear, and Sierra Vincent, in his arms, shivered slightly.

It seems this girl's ears are her sensitive spot.

"I didn't lose, I just fell off the cliff, otherwise, you couldn't have beaten me."

Sierra Vincent stubbornly insisted.

Dirk Carter's hand swiftly grabbed the rabbit clinging to the body, then gently flicked it with his fingers.

Instinctively, Sierra Vincent wanted to resist.

But for some reason, her body felt limp, lacking even the strength to lift her hand, she kept swallowing, experiencing a parched sensation like never before in her life.

The body was originally stiff from the cold.

But at this moment, it felt like a blazing fire ignited within, heating her up from head to toe.

"A mistake still means you lost. I said if you lost, you'd sleep with me for a night."

Indeed.

According to the rules.

Sierra Vincent lost.

A bet is a bet.

She steeled her heart.

Closed her eyes and mustered the courage to say, "I'm a tiger, if you're not afraid of the taboo, go ahead."

As soon as she finished speaking.

Dirk Carter's hand slipped through her thong.

The moment he touched her, a powerful electric current surged through her body.

Sierra Vincent couldn't help but tremble.

"You're a virgin?"

"Mm..."

A low moan escaped her throat.

This was unexpected for Dirk Carter.

After all, the intel said Sierra Vincent hung around with a bunch of delinquents all day, yet in such an environment, she was still a virgin, which was quite unbelievable.

Just as Sierra Vincent had prepared herself mentally to endure the impending storm.

Dirk Carter's hand moved away.

Her heart suddenly felt empty.

But soon, she understood why.

"Looks like your ambition doesn't match your courage. Afraid of my tiger status?"

Sierra Vincent coldly questioned.

Dirk Carter laughed, "To hell with that tiger curse! I'm not buying it. I'm tough, never feared any curse! You're a virgin, I can't take advantage of you. I want you to come to my bed willingly!"

"In your dreams! Even if I agreed to the bet, if you don't take the opportunity, I've fulfilled my promise."

"Hehe, don't worry, if I've set my sights on a woman, she'll be more eager than me in the end."

"Stop daydreaming. With your roguish charm, I'd never fall for you in my life."

Though her words were sharp.

Her heart still felt hollow.

Strange!

What am I expecting?

Sierra Vincent questioned herself.

Just like that.

The two held each other all night.

When Sierra Vincent opened her eyes, Dirk Carter was already dressed.

The pleasure of sleeping with a beauty was indeed wonderful, but early in the morning, Dirk Carter had to leave her tender embrace to avoid waking Sierra Vincent up embarrassingly.

Sierra Vincent's pants were torn.

There was no way she could go down the mountain like that.

Dirk Carter gave her his jacket as a cover.

The two climbed over hills and valleys, walking for over two hours before finding a path down the mountain.

By the time they found a place to catch a ride, it was close to noon.

The plan was to gather some intel about Shane Vincent from Sierra Vincent, but with the turn of events, that had to be scrapped.

The first thing Dirk Carter did arriving home.

Was heading straight to the bathroom for a good shower.

After all, he felt filthy after the night.

Just as he took off his clothes.

The bathroom door opened.

Catherine walked in.

She smiled and said, "Master, Catherine is here to serve you a bath!"

As soon as she spoke.

The thin nightgown slipped off her body.

Hot water poured over him, accelerating his blood flow, providing full-body comfort.

Catherine gently wiped Dirk Carter's body with a towel, reigniting the unconsumed fire from last night.

Why even shower then?

Dirk Carter gave her a princess carry, picked up the wet Catherine, and tossed her onto the bedroom bed...

A little after two in the afternoon.

Receiving a call from Maeve Winters.

Dirk Carter hurried to her office.

When he pushed open the door.

The office was filled with four or five police officers, huddled together, discussing something intently.

Seeing Dirk Carter enter.

Maeve Winters waved and said, "Alright, let's settle this matter. Be swift in bringing Darian Brooks out of jail. We'll reconvene at 3:30."

After the others left in small groups.

Maeve Winters closed the office door.

"A piece of good news and a piece of bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Maeve Winters asked.

Dirk Carter pondered for a moment and responded, "The good news."

"The good news is that Rardin Grant's death won't be linked to you. He indeed was murdered! And it was Darian Brooks who ran him over."

Indeed good news.

After Dylan Tate's death.

The surfacing of Rardin Grant's death was expected.

Dirk Carter had been worried about being implicated in it.

Now Maeve Winters' words finally put him at ease.

"And the bad news? This case is indeed related to Dylan Tate, right?"

Dirk Carter asked eagerly.

Maeve Winters nodded, "Yes, Darian Brooks confessed he killed Rardin Grant at Dylan Tate's behest."

Darian Brooks, who only got married to Ellen Hall at 35, admired her beauty and pampered her, working tirelessly to provide a luxurious life, handing over every cent to Ellen Hall for safekeeping.

But Ellen Hall was addicted to gambling and playing.

Over five years, she squandered over a hundred thousand saved up.

Darian Brooks never blamed her; instead, he borrowed money to continue her lavish lifestyle.

Accumulating a mountain of debt.

One night a year ago.

Dylan Tate approached him to get rid of Rardin Grant, promising to pay him three thousand upfront, and seven thousand more once it was done.

For Darian Brooks, struggling financially, it was a crucial amount, though he couldn't bear the consequences of murder. Initially, he intended to refuse, but given the other party was a county official, after some contemplation, he believed the risk wasn't that big.

Upon accepting the task.

Darian Brooks got the three thousand upfront.

Then Dylan Tate provided the details of time and place for action.

On the night of the deed, he showed up at the designated spot with his car, flooring the pedal towards Rardin Grant's car.

In the massive impact, Rardin Grant couldn't survive.

Once the deed was done.

Darian Brooks called the police, painting the murder as a traffic accident as planned.

Considering Rardin Grant parked his car in the dark late at night, and he had been drinking, he bore some responsibility too. Thus, Darian Brooks got sentenced to two years in prison.

The whole process went unnoticed.

Unless Darian Brooks spoke up, the murder case might have remained buried forever.

"Did Dylan Tate know Darian Brooks beforehand?"

Dirk Carter pondered Maeve Winters's words for a moment and asked.

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