Bjorn Dixon suddenly looked at Caden Dixon.

"Did you do this?"

Caden was embarrassed, though he wished he could, he simply didn't have the ability.

He quickly glanced at Dirk Carter.

Seeing Dirk Carter wink at him.

He swallowed and said, "Uh... sort of."

Even though Caden had admitted it.

Bjorn Dixon was well aware that this was nothing short of a fairytale.

If Caden had this ability, he wouldn't just be a mere Executive Deputy County Chief.

But, Dirk Carter couldn't possibly have that capability either.

Could there be a mysterious master helping him behind the scenes?

The Verdant Group came to his mind first.

Now it seems, only the Verdant Group has the power to achieve such a thing.

He had said he wouldn't ask Miss Bell for help, but it seemed it was just a change in strategy after all.

The matter was settled.

Continuing to make a fuss would only make him lose face as county chief.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "This time, Dirk Carter has won the donation. As agreed, the reconstruction work of Rearpond Village will be led by Dirk Carter. So be it."

After speaking, he swung his sleeve and left angrily.

Wilbur Holloway felt like he had a dream.

Drawing water with a wicker basket, a complete waste.

Not only did he gain nothing, but he also used up all the favors he had painstakingly saved. The key donation money would become Dirk Carter's political achievement. It was simply unbearable.

Though unwilling.

He was helpless.

He chased after Bjorn as he left.

"Come clean, who exactly is helping you? Is it that Miss Bell again?"

Caden whispered as he moved closer to Dirk Carter.

Dirk Carter smiled and said, "Didn't I say, it was you who helped me."

"I don't have that kind of influence."

Caden self-deprecatingly said.

Dirk Carter laughed, "Even if you don't, you got to have. Otherwise, how would you become county chief?"

"What county chief, you're joking, Bjorn hasn't even warmed the seat yet, where would it be my turn."

"Wait, the bullet's still flying. We'll see the results soon. Would you mind overseeing things here? I have some matters to attend to."

"Where are you going?"

Caden asked.

Dirk Carter was already leaving, waving his hand back, saying, "Tired, going back to rest."

With that, he disappeared through the door.

Did Dirk Carter really go back?

No, he didn't.

He hailed a taxi and headed straight to Greenmaple Park.

Greenmaple Park is the largest and oldest city park in Kenton County, situated by its mother river, Greenmaple Creek.

In the shade of trees,

an old man dressed in a vintage Tang suit,

stood at the center of the lawn, performing Tai Chi with style.

In four positions not far from him, some were reading newspapers, some were strolling, and others were lazily sitting on the ground, seeming to be resting in the park. In fact, they were all his "bodyguards."

Seeing Dirk Carter arrive,

the old man did not stop,

but continued his moves while asking, "Got it done?"

"Thanks to Mr. Nolan, everything's settled."

The elderly man in front of him was none other than Gage Nolan, Elaine Nolan's grandfather.

As the former governor of Serenity State, getting various chambers of commerce to contribute a million by just one phone call wasn't too challenging. For this donation matter, Dirk had sought Gage Nolan's help.

"And how about the favor you promised me?"

Gage Nolan asked.

Dirk nodded, saying, "I've already discussed with Helen Fletcher, Secretary Helen, to let Elaine be her secretary."

Gage laughed heartily, saying, "It's hilarious, really. My granddaughter needing to use your path, Dirk Carter. If word got out, people would laugh themselves to death."

"Isn't it because Mr. Nolan doesn't want Elaine's identity exposed?"

Dirk replied.

After saying this.

Gage's movements came to a stop.

Using the towel around his neck, he wiped off his sweat, saying, "I've been in the officialdom all my life, making quite a few enemies, and with her father's matter, I really don't want her entering officialdom. But this girl is too headstrong, won't listen no matter what I say, and forbids me from helping. Since it's a done deal, I have to lend a little support. Again, this transfer was all your doing, nothing to do with me, or she'll blame me again."

"Rest assured, Mr. Nolan, I'll ensure it's watertight."

"I believe you'll handle it well."

With that.

He stretched with a lazy yawn,

said, "That girl should arrive this afternoon. I still want to leave this place full of trouble. If she sees me here, she'd probably guess immediately it was me up to tricks again."

"Let me send you off, Mr. Nolan,"

Dirk offered.

Gage stopped him with a gesture.

Saying, "You help me once, I help you once. It's a fair deal, not involving personal feelings. Don't see me off, or I owe you another favor. Farewell and take care."

With that,

he left without turning back.

What a quirky old man.

Yet also a lovely one.

At 2:30 PM.

At Kenton County Train Station.

Dirk Carter had been waiting alone at the exit for quite a while.

Elaine Nolan's train had already arrived ten minutes ago, and the passengers on her train were coming out one after another, but Elaine was nowhere to be seen.

Nothing went wrong, right?

The longer Dirk waited, the more anxious he felt, just about to go inside and check.

At that moment, a "huge luggage rack" slowly moved towards him from a distance.

That so-called huge luggage rack was Elaine Nolan.

On both sides were large suitcases, stacked with several travel bags on top, wobbling as if about to topple any moment.

In a rush, he went over.

Saw that Elaine was so tired, her face was slightly flushed with sweat.

"Did you move your entire home here?"

Dirk asked.

Elaine let out a long sigh, saying, "This is only part of it. There's more I'll have to fetch once my job is settled, maybe on a weekend."

"What's in here? How do you have so much stuff?"

Dirk asked.

Elaine chuckled, "Clothes, cosmetics, all sorts of odds and ends really."

Women, truly a hassle.

With Dirk's help, the pile of luggage was moved to the station's entrance.

Elaine peered and asked, "Where's your car?"

Dirk pointed to a motorcycle parked nearby, saying, "Look, it's right there."

"Just that? What about my luggage?"

"I didn't know you'd bring so much luggage."

"Then what do we do now?"

Elaine asked anxiously.

Dirk thought a moment, saying, "Hold on, I'll have someone come to help."

After saying that, he made a call.

"Hey, Arlo, where are you?"

"At work, obviously."

"Busy?"

Dirk inquired.

Arlo Yarbrough replied, "Speak fast, or hold it."

"Drive to the train station, help me pick someone up."

"No way! I'm working."

Arlo outright refused.

Dirk said, "One hundred bucks."

"Two hundred!"

"Damn it, one hundred is already cheap. With two hundred, I could probably get a taxi. We're brothers, and I'd thought of letting you earn this. No? Then forget it..."

Just as Dirk was about to hang up.

Arlo hurriedly said, "Alright, alright, one hundred it is. I'll be there soon. A hundred bucks can still get a bouquet for our Beibei..."

After putting down the phone.

Elaine asked beside him, "Your friend?"

"Yeah."

"Your friend charges you?"

"This friend... he's special..."

Dirk awkwardly laughed.

Ten minutes later.

A car slowly pulled up in front of Dirk. Arlo rolled down the window, frowning as he said, "You didn't tell me on the phone there'd be so much stuff. Let me say this upfront, I'm not hauling all this. If I do, it's extra."

"How much extra?"

"At least a hundred, or I'm leaving."

Arlo stated firmly.

Just then, as Elaine stepped out from behind the stack of luggage, she said, "These aren't heavy, I can move them myself..."

At the moment Arlo saw Elaine, his eyes went straight...

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