Once the words were spoken, everyone present began to join in the uproar.

Beauregard Shepherd was the most excited of them all.

The two of them squared off, ready for rock-paper-scissors.

As expected, Flora Yule lost.

Everyone could see she lost on purpose, yet she pouted and complained, "Annoying, the leaders didn't even let me win."

Beauregard was impatient.

He poured a glass of wine down his throat.

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, he brought it to Flora Yule. Flora played coy, hesitating yet accepting, and they kissed, mouth to mouth, as the wine transferred from Beauregard's mouth to Flora's.

This was the so-called saliva wine.

During the wine transfer.

Beauregard couldn't help but let his tongue slip in for a taste.

Then he wiped his mouth and said, "Delicious."

And with that.

Eve Levin on the right became unhappy, shaking her upper body, making her "rabbits" tremble as much as possible, and whined, "No way, no way, I also want a taste of the leader's saliva wine, I want it too..."

"Alright, alright, sweetheart, you can have some too."

Beauregard poured another glass.

And shared a mouth-to-mouth with Eve Levin.

But this time, Eve Levin proactively extended her tongue into Beauregard's mouth, instantly captivating him, making it hard to separate.

The others naturally cooperated by clapping along.

In such an atmosphere, both guests and hosts were delighted.

Suddenly, the door to the private room banged open.

A young man rushed in, whispered a few words in Beauregard's ear.

"What? Say that again."

Beauregard demanded.

The young man repeated, "Deputy Magistrate Carter from the county has arrived, he's already at the town government courtyard."

As he said this.

Everyone present looked tense.

Beauregard asked grimly, "How many people came?"

The young man replied, "Just Dirk Carter and his secretary."

Beauregard's face immediately relaxed, he waved his hand and said, "Alright, I know, you can go now."

The door had barely closed.

Carina Walsh asked, "Leader, what do we do? Could Dirk Carter have found out about the Rearpond Village situation and come to demand an explanation?"

"Shouldn't we make a call to the higher-ups?"

Christian Wadsworth also asked nervously.

Seeing the anxious looks.

Beauregard tapped the table and said, "What's the rush? What's the rush? It's already after work hours, let's continue drinking, whatever needs resolving, we'll deal with it tomorrow."

"We're just going to ignore Dirk Carter?"

Asa Linden asked.

Beauregard sneered, "He'll find out sooner or later; why do you think I let Lillian go?"

Carina Walsh was taken aback.

She asked, "You let that woman Lillian go on purpose?"

Beauregard curved his lips into a wicked smile, "Rest assured, Dirk Carter can't touch us this time, nor would he dare. Everyone keeps drinking, keeps eating, no need to worry about anything."

"With the leader saying that, we feel at ease. Come, everyone, drink together..."

Carina Walsh echoed.

The atmosphere in the room became lively once again.

Dirk Carter waited in the Bloomdale Town government courtyard for twenty minutes.

During this time, only a town party committee office director came by to bring him a bottle of water, and after that, no one else came.

Just as anger was about to erupt.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached from outside.

A woman who looked about thirty briskly walked in. Seeing Dirk Carter, she immediately became anxious and said, "Deputy Magistrate Carter, I'm so sorry, I've been neglecting you, I apologize."

"And you are…"

Dirk Carter asked.

The woman quickly replied, "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Willow Quinn, and I am the Deputy Secretary of the Bloomdale Town Party Committee."

"Oh, Deputy Secretary Quinn, where is Beauregard Shepherd, tell him to come to me!"

Dirk Carter said sternly.

Willow Quinn gestured exaggeratedly and said, "Secretary Shepherd has been busy with the Rearpond Village reconstruction work lately, he hasn't slept in days, and it's rare for him to get a chance to go home for a night of rest. If Deputy Magistrate Carter has something to say, you can tell me. Also, Deputy Carter, since you came over so late, have you had dinner? Should I arrange for the cafeteria to prepare something for you?"

"No need."

Dirk Carter refused outright.

Willow Quinn blinked and asked, "Then Deputy Magistrate Carter, you must be here because of the subsidy funds, right?"

Dirk Carter was stunned.

He asked, "How do you know?"

Willow Quinn smiled slightly and said, "Deputy Magistrate Carter, rushing over so late and wanting to see Secretary Shepherd without having dinner, of course, it's about that matter."

"So you admit there's a problem with the subsidy funds?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Willow Quinn leaned in and whispered, "Deputy Magistrate Carter, can we speak privately?"

As she spoke, her eyes glanced at Yves Quill behind Dirk Carter.

Dirk Carter understood and said, "My secretary, he can hear everything we say."

Although Willow Quinn seemed a bit troubled, she nodded.

She pulled a bank card from her pocket and handed it to Dirk Carter, saying, "Deputy Magistrate Carter, a small token, please accept it. There's a hundred thousand inside."

Dirk Carter frowned and asked, "Bribery?"

"How can you call it bribery? Deputy Magistrate Carter, this money is what you secured for us in the first place."

Willow Quinn smiled as she spoke.

As Dirk Carter picked up the bank card, his anger reached its peak.

The audacity of the people in Bloomdale Town was unbelievable, he had shown up in person, and yet they dared to directly offer him money.

Just as his fury was about to explode, Willow Quinn lowered her voice and said, "My brother often praises Deputy Magistrate Carter for being polite and thorough; if you think it's too little, I'll have my brother add more in a few days."

"Your brother? Who is your brother?"

Dirk Carter asked curiously.

Willow Quinn was waiting for him to ask this question.

She smiled and said, "My elder brother is Atticus Quinn, he's been a secretary by County Mayor Dixon's side for years now."

A buzzing sound.

Dirk Carter's mind felt like it had been struck hard.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Are you trying to tell me that Atticus Quinn is involved in this too?"

Willow Quinn chuckled and said, "Deputy Magistrate Carter, you speak as if we would dare mess with the subsidy funds on our own. But rest assured, my brother said, since you're in charge of the reconstruction, we won't be lax; all tasks will proceed smoothly. It's just that with the construction company, we make a small profit."

Some small profit.

Handing out a hundred thousand at a time.

This was only for Dirk Carter.

With so many people in Bloomdale Town involved.

Who knows how many hundreds of thousands it might be.

At this moment.

Dirk Carter's thoughts were in turmoil.

If Atticus Quinn indeed orchestrated this, it would be a big problem.

Atticus Quinn was Caden Dixon's secretary.

And Caden Dixon had just taken the office of County Mayor, currently only acting as the interim, not yet confirmed.

If, at this time, Atticus Quinn is exposed for manipulating subsidy funds, it would hit Caden Dixon hard, and the county mayor position he worked so hard for might slip away.

Additionally.

In recent years, to avenge George Carter, Caden Dixon has committed many illegal acts, and Atticus Quinn, as his secretary, knew about them. If Quinn were handled, and he revealed everything, let alone the mayor's position, Caden Dixon might end up in jail.

In other words.

Moving against Atticus Quinn would doom Caden Dixon.

No wonder, with Dirk Carter's arrival, Beauregard dared not show up.

No wonder Willow Quinn spoke so frankly with him.

They banked on this point, which gave them the audacity.

But, how could they be certain that Dirk Carter would protect Caden Dixon; not even Atticus Quinn knew about this.

Suddenly.

A person flashed in Dirk Carter's mind.

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