"Yes, they knew each other from early on," Maeve Winters said.

According to Darian Brooks' account, Dylan Tate was once the town mayor of Maudland Town in his early years. At that time, Darian Brooks' family was known to be struggling, and it was Dylan Tate who persuaded his father to let him pursue a driving license, giving him a skill.

After Darian Brooks obtained his driving license.

It was still Dylan Tate who reached out at the construction site, giving Darian Brooks a job.

In a sense, Dylan Tate was even considered a benefactor to Darian Brooks.

Dirk Carter scratched his head.

He said, "This doesn't add up. Darian Brooks isn't dumb. If he saw his wife cheating with someone else, he should've been anxious to leave. But with this turn, a traffic accident turning into murder, he wouldn't be out for a while."

"Maybe it's because he knew Dylan Tate was dead, he wouldn't get the money later on, and his wife was fooling around outside, so in despair, he told the truth. But now that's not important; at least your suspicion is cleared," Maeve Winters said.

Indeed.

This was a great relief.

But Dirk Carter still felt something was amiss.

First, he couldn't accept that Dylan Tate would commit murder.

Second, Darian Brooks' confession didn't make sense logically.

"Let's not draw conclusions on this matter yet. I still believe there's something wrong with Darian Brooks. Try to investigate if any strangers have visited him in prison recently. Maybe there's something fishy there."

Maeve Winters sighed.

She asked, "Hasn't this case been threatening you all this time? Wouldn't closing it be the best outcome?"

Dirk Carter smiled and said, "Darian Brooks confessing now means someone wants to pin the blame entirely on Dylan Tate. This way, the case can be closed. Whoever's behind his suicide, they can be reassured. Dylan Tate took care of me for ten years. If I do nothing, how am I different from an animal?"

Maeve Winters exhaled deeply.

She asked, "Have you thought it through? Knowing that someone drove Dylan Tate to death, do you realize that person must have immense power?"

"I know,"

Dirk Carter nodded resolutely.

He smiled and said, "Do you think I'm trying to protect my position just for power and wealth?"

After saying this,

Dirk Carter turned and left.

Maeve Winters stood there shivering for a moment.

After thinking for a while, she smiled and murmured, "Wow, this man is getting more intriguing."

As he left the special investigation team's door,

Dirk Carter was still lost in thought.

At that moment, a black car slowly stopped beside him.

The rear window rolled down.

Shane Vincent's face appeared.

"Get in!"

Shane Vincent commanded.

The inevitable had arrived.

There was no escaping it.

Come what may, face it as it comes.

With resolve, Dirk Carter opened the car door and got in.

The vehicle slowly started moving.

Shane Vincent coughed, cleared his throat, and said, "Dirk Carter, it seems there's a little misunderstanding between us."

Misunderstanding?

What does he mean?

Just as he was about to speak, Shane Vincent continued, "I've heard about what happened with my daughter, and you're her savior. I came specifically to thank you."

Dirk Carter was taken aback and said, "Deputy County Head Vincent, your daughter..."

"Alright, don't say anything. I apologize for the past incidents. Here's a document for you to look at."

With that,

he took out a folder beside him.

Dirk Carter opened the document. With just a glance, he was stunned.

It was an appointment issued jointly by the county government and the organizational department.

Relieving Dirk Carter from all his duties at the health bureau and appointing him as a committee member of the Work Safety Administration, holding the position of Deputy Director.

Deputy Director?

That's at the deputy section level.

Suddenly, he was promoted to a county-level cadre.

Dirk Carter found it hard to digest for a moment.

"This appointment, firstly, to resolve our misunderstanding, and secondly to thank you for saving my daughter. Also, I believe handing this responsibility to you is appropriate," Shane Vincent said.

For a moment, Dirk Carter didn't know what to say.

The car had already stopped at the health bureau entrance.

Shane Vincent patted Dirk Carter on the shoulder and said, "Young man, do well. The future is bright."

After saying this,

Shane Vincent left.

Leaving Dirk Carter bewildered in the wind.

Feeling a bit dazed as he walked into the health bureau building,

just as he set foot into the office, he heard a "bang" sound.

Fireworks burst above his head.

The colleagues in the office, not sure from where they sprang out, each with a face full of smiles, began clapping for Dirk Carter.

The enthusiasm made it hard to believe that just days ago, he was facing collective exclusion.

Fordham Wright jumped out first.

He shouted, "Congratulations on your promotion, Section Chief Carter."

"What Section Chief? From now on, we should call him Director Carter,"

Office Chief Winston Perry quipped from the side.

Fordham Wright quickly corrected himself, "Yes, Director Carter, Director Carter. Having a Deputy Director come from our health bureau is a pride for all of us, right?"

Much like a celestial crowd, Dirk Carter was surrounded in the center.

After returning greetings one by one,

he grasped Fordham Wright's hand, lowered his voice, and asked, "Fordham, do you have a moment? I'd like to have a word with you."

"Sure, what about? You say it."

Fordham Wright followed Dirk Carter to the end of the corridor.

Dirk Carter lowered his voice and asked, "Fordham, did you know about my promotion beforehand?"

He asked because Fordham Wright's husband, Avery Childers, worked in the organizational department. When it came to job changes, she was usually the first to know.

Fordham Wright thought for a moment, holding her chin.

She said, "Not really. Just a while back, I heard our Avery say the organizational department was leaning toward selecting the deputy director from within. At lunch today, Avery mentioned Deputy County Head Vincent personally intervened to transfer you to the Work Safety Administration."

Indeed, it was Shane Vincent's doing.

Dirk Carter smiled and said, "Fordham, thank you, I'll treat you to a meal sometime."

"I should be the one treating you."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries,

Dirk Carter knocked on Delilah Goodman's office door.

"Come in!"

The voice was still cold.

Opening the door, Dirk Carter entered.

Busy at her desk, Delilah Goodman looked up, saw Dirk Carter, and put down her pen.

"Why, it's Director Carter, your grand presence illuminates my humble office."

Delilah Goodman stood up and joked.

Dirk Carter gave a bitter smile and said, "What nonsense, Director? Shane Vincent must be setting a trap for me."

"A trap? Who sets a trap like this?"

Having crossed the final line and even having a threesome at some point, there were naturally no barriers left between them.

Delilah Goodman sat down next to Dirk Carter without reservation.

"I don't know, but as far as I know Shane Vincent, this promotion can't be a good thing. It might even lead to doom."

"That serious? Then let me file a report to keep you here."

Delilah Goodman was just about to stand up.

But was pulled back by Dirk Carter with an arm around her waist.

He asked playfully, "What's the matter? Can't bear to see me go?"

"Nonsense, it's not that I can't bear it."

Delilah Goodman barely refuted.

Dirk Carter's hand slipped under her skirt.

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