It was already ten o'clock in the evening.

The traffic on the street had significantly reduced.

The car was parked next to a green belt.

After getting out of the car, Helen Fletcher walked into the green belt.

Dirk Carter seemed to have an idea of what was happening and, worried about her safety in the dark, followed her.

"Did your husband ask you to take photos again?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Helen Fletcher let out a sound of acknowledgment.

Then she stopped in a small grove, looked around; it was dark and appeared to be a safe area.

She handed the phone to Dirk Carter and said, "You help me take it."

"I help you take it?"

Dirk Carter asked in surprise.

Helen Fletcher gave a wry smile and asked, "What is it? You've seen me in worse situations, so you shouldn't be too surprised, right?"

True enough.

Dirk Carter took the phone.

He turned on the video recording function and aimed it at Helen Fletcher.

She found a flat area and lifted her black business skirt.

As she mentioned earlier, her lower body was completely bare; she wasn't wearing any underwear at all.

Then.

She squatted down and spread her legs.

Dirk Carter thought it was the same as last time, that she would do some "self-comforting" actions, but to his surprise, she didn't.

Instead, Helen Fletcher pursed her lips.

As Dirk Carter was trying to figure out what she was doing, a stream of clear liquid suddenly flowed out from between her legs.

At that moment, Dirk Carter was completely stunned.

Was this...

Was she urinating?

The process didn't last long, only a few seconds. After finishing, Helen Fletcher took out tissues from her bag, wiped herself, stood up, tidied her skirt, took the phone from Dirk Carter's hand, watched the video, and then pressed the send button right in front of him.

"Does your husband want videos like this too?"

Dirk Carter asked in a somewhat surprised tone.

Helen Fletcher nodded and said, "The demands have been getting more excessive lately. Last time, he even asked me to have relations with another man and film it for him; I refused. It seems his long-term physiological issues have already twisted his character."

Indeed, it did seem a bit twisted.

"Haven't you thought about taking him to see a psychologist?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Helen Fletcher shook her head and said, "It's useless. Once, I found a very famous psychologist, and after the doctor hypnotized him, the first question he asked me when he woke up was if I had relations with the doctor while he was unconscious. Seeing his expression, it was like he was excited about me having relations with the doctor, sigh!"

She let out a sigh.

Helen Fletcher shook her head and left the green belt.

At eleven o'clock the next morning.

Dirk Carter's car slowly drove into the courtyard of the Kenton County office of the State Tobacco Authority.

The leading members of the office had been waiting at the door for some time.

As soon as Dirk Carter got out of the car, the director and party secretary, Templeton Quill, hurried over with a fawning smile, respectfully saying, "Welcome, Deputy Magistrate Carter, to inspect the tobacco bureau."

Templeton Quill was 47 this year and had been serving as the director of Kenton County's Tobacco Bureau since the age of 40, for seven years now.

He was a short man, somewhat below average height, standing at over one meter sixty, but he always wore a grinning smile, appearing quite amiable.

"Director Quill, sorry for the trouble."

Dirk Carter said, shaking his hand.

Upon hearing this, Templeton Quill immediately put on a cheerful face and said, "What trouble, Deputy Magistrate Carter, you are the leader responsible for liaising with the Tobacco Bureau, this is your home, you can come whenever you want."

"Hahaha, that's lovely to hear,"

Dirk Carter responded, and then, surrounded by the group, they all walked into the Tobacco Bureau building.

Led by Templeton Quill, the group first toured the Tobacco Bureau building and then proceeded to a conference room for a brief meeting.

The official procedures concluded, it was nearly noon.

Seeing it was about lunchtime, Templeton Quill said: "Leader, it's about lunchtime now, how about we have a simple meal before you leave?"

Dirk Carter looked at his watch and said, "True, if we go back now, there probably won't be any food left in the canteen; alright, let's eat."

Templeton Quill immediately led Dirk Carter to a small courtyard behind the Tobacco Bureau.

A private room had been prepared there.

The table was laden with an array of dishes, mainly seafood, quite sumptuous.

As Dirk Carter approached the table.

He suddenly pulled a displeased face.

He glanced over the table and said to Yves Quill, "Secretary Yves, let's go."

They had been fine just now, why leave all of a sudden?

The group was taken aback.

Especially Templeton Quill, who was at a loss about what had gone wrong, hurriedly stopped Dirk Carter and tentatively asked, "Deputy Magistrate Carter, is the food not to your taste?"

Dirk Carter sternly asked, "Director Quill, do you normally eat like this in the Tobacco Bureau?"

Templeton Quill was quite baffled, unsure of what was wrong, asked, "Leader, is there anything inappropriate?"

"You have the cheek to ask, how much does a meal like this cost, aren't you aware? The central government's eight-point regulations - are the Tobacco Bureau treating them as wind in their ears? Templeton Quill, let me tell you, with a meal like this, this is it for your run as director of the Tobacco Bureau."

As Templeton Quill heard this, cold sweat broke out on his back.

He quickly spoke in a low voice, "Leader, I thought this was your first visit to our Tobacco Bureau since taking office, so I prepared a bit more lavishly. However, this meal wasn't funded by the Tobacco Bureau but with my own private money, merely to show respect to the leader."

Upon hearing this.

Dirk Carter's expression softened somewhat.

He asked, "Are you sure it was with your own money?"

"Of course, Leader rest assured, this entire meal was paid for by me personally."

Templeton Quill emphasized again.

Dirk Carter gave a knowing smile and said, "Director Quill, it seems the director's salary at the Tobacco Bureau is quite high. You can afford meals like this, unlike us, on a meager salary, barely making ends meet."

Templeton Quill was a smart man.

Upon hearing this.

He understood most of it at once.

He hurriedly took Dirk Carter aside, looked around, and said, "Leader, I've prepared everything."

Having said that.

He pulled out an envelope from his pocket.

Stealthily slipped it into Dirk Carter's arms.

Said, "This little token, as a sign of respect, I hope you will take care of us in the future."

Pinching the envelope.

There seemed to be a few cards inside.

Dirk Carter put on a satisfied expression, returned to the private room, and right in front of everyone, opened the envelope.

He took out three supermarket gift cards.

Frowning as he examined them, he said aloud, "Three cards, each worth twenty thousand, totaling sixty thousand."

Then he patted Templeton Quill on the shoulder and said, "Not bad, Director Quill, very sensible, okay, everyone, don't just stand there, let's eat, let's eat..."

When Dirk Carter pulled out the cards in front of everyone.

Templeton Quill's heart was in his throat, afraid that Dirk Carter was about to cause another scene; when he saw Dirk Carter pocket the cards in front of everyone, his heart finally settled.

After all, as long as Dirk Carter accepted the money, the rest wouldn't be too complicated.

After the merry exchange of drinks.

Dirk Carter left the Tobacco Bureau in his car.

Templeton Quill personally saw him off at the door, and as Dirk Carter's car disappeared around the corner, Bonnie Sadler, the deputy director of the Tobacco Bureau, came over and asked in a low voice, "Director Quill, will there be any problems?"

"What problems?" Templeton Quill asked.

Bonnie Sadler furrowed his brows and said, "Deputy Magistrate Carter's actions were a bit strange."

"Hahaha..."

Upon hearing this, Templeton Quill burst out laughing.

And said, "Strange? He's young and just assumed office; a powerless deputy magistrate can hardly gain any benefits; he's merely trying to mingle money in a different way. Since he accepted the money, why should we be afraid of him causing trouble?"

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