A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 751 751

"Creating a buzz? That's not possible. With so many people here, I, Dirk Carter, obviously can't kill the vibe. But I do think having Director Ma perform alone might be a bit bland. How about we upgrade the performance content to make it more fun?"

As soon as Dirk Carter finished speaking, Darien Griffin got interested too.

He asked, "How do we upgrade?"

"Why don't we watch a scene of Pigsy fighting the Hound of the Heavens? Since Director Ma is good at portraying a dog, let him be the Hound of the Heavens. As for Pigsy..."

Dirk Carter stopped short, on the verge of speaking.

But his gaze landed on the chubby Darien Griffin.

Everyone else did the same.

When Pigsy is mentioned, a certain image naturally comes to mind for everyone, and that person had to be none other than Darien Griffin.

Darien Griffin realized the implication too.

His face tightened.

He angrily rebuked, "Secretary General Carter, what do you mean by that? Are you mocking me for being fat?"

"Look at you, Director Griffin, why are you so imaginative? I didn't say that, and it's not just my opinion, everyone here thinks you're the best fit for Pigsy."

"Dirk Carter, don't go too far."

One shouldn't hit someone in the face or expose their shortcomings.

Dirk Carter had obviously exposed a shortcoming.

Darien Griffin was a bit angry too.

Dirk Carter chuckled and said, "Director Griffin, what do you mean by that? Everyone is enjoying themselves, and you're the one killing the vibe, aren't you?"

This sentence.

Was the very one Darien Griffin had said earlier.

Now Dirk Carter turned it back on Darien Griffin.

In an instant, the situation was reversed.

Now it was Darien Griffin's turn to feel stuck.

If he agreed, he would be admitting to being a pig.

If he didn't agree, then the matter of him humiliating Dirk Carter would also come to nothing.

It would also mean that his first confrontation with Dirk Carter ended in his complete defeat.

He couldn't swallow this grievance.

Darien Griffin was just about ready to lose his temper.

At this moment, someone shouted, "County Mayor Shaw is here."

Everyone quickly looked toward the door.

They saw Jabez Shaw leisurely walking in, hands behind his back.

The main person returned to "save the day": "Hey, what's going on with everyone here? Aren't we drinking? Why did you all stop?"

This sentence.

Was essentially a reminder.

The County Committee Secretary Franklin Ross immediately called out, "Everyone, continue drinking, continue..."

Everyone caught on at once.

They resumed their rounds of toasting.

The awkward atmosphere was instantly diffused.

Jabez Shaw glanced at Darien Griffin.

Then he walked over to Dirk Carter with a smile and said, "Secretary General Carter, there's a little issue back in the county that I need to return and handle right away..."

"County Mayor Shaw, do you need my help?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Jabez Shaw quickly waved it off, saying, "No, no, Secretary General Carter, you just arrived today. Get some rest first. Director Ma will arrange for your return to the dormitory. Darien and Franklin, you both come with me."

Darien Griffin and Franklin Ross stood up.

Franklin Ross said goodbye to Dirk Carter before leaving.

As for Darien Griffin.

Having suffered a loss at the hands of Dirk Carter, he left in a huff, full of resentment.

The lively atmosphere continued.

Vice Secretary Britt Ford of the County Committee sat right next to Dirk Carter.

However, due to gender considerations, she hadn't said much so far.

Now that the seat on Dirk Carter's left opened up.

As the third in command, she had to make some gesture.

She raised a glass of wine and offered it to Dirk Carter, saying, "Secretary General Carter, I'm not much of a drinker. I'll have a token drink with you, if you don't mind?"

"What kind of talk is that? Secretary Sterling, as you wish, I'll down mine."

He tilted his head back.

Dirk Carter finished his glass in one go.

As Britt Ford raised her glass.

Dirk Carter noticed her hand was trembling slightly.

And she hadn't even drunk yet.

Her face was already flushed.

"Secretary Sterling, if you're not feeling well, you should go back and rest early."

After noticing this unusual behavior.

Dirk Carter leaned in and whispered in her ear.

Britt Ford's face suddenly flushed even more red.

A rosy hue spread from her face all the way to the roots of her neck.

She waved her hand and said, "No... no problem... I'm not... not unwell."

At this point, her voice was trembling too.

"Secretary Sterling, I've studied a little Chinese medicine. Do you want me to check your pulse?"

Dirk Carter continued to ask.

Britt Ford shook her head repeatedly, saying, "No need... no problem, Secretary General Carter, I'm really alright..."

After several refusals.

Dirk Carter didn't want to ask further.

Just then.

Britt Ford suddenly let out a soft moan.

And slumped onto the table.

Dirk Carter noticed her body was already trembling uncontrollably.

Afraid something might happen.

Dirk Carter ignored everything else.

He reached under the table, and without regard for her approval, checked her pulse.

In that instant, Britt Ford shuddered.

She wanted to pull her hand back but didn't have the strength.

About thirty seconds later.

Dirk Carter released her hand.

Britt Ford sat up again, seemingly afraid that Dirk Carter might have noticed something. She said, "Maybe the air conditioning is too hot, and it's a bit noisy here. Secretary General Carter, I'm really fine."

Dirk Carter picked up his chopsticks.

He took a bite of food.

And smiled slightly.

"Secretary Sterling, it's alright. If you really feel unwell, you can go back and rest early. I don't mind."

"No, no, Secretary General Carter, I'm really fine."

Britt Ford shook her head again.

Seeing her so stubborn.

Her body was still trembling slightly.

Dirk Carter leaned closer to her ear and said softly, "Secretary Sterling, let me be straightforward. The toy's power is quite strong. Your pulse tells me you're about to hit your limit. This is a public place, after all. If you pass out here, it would be quite unfortunate, wouldn't you say?"

As soon as these words left his mouth.

Britt Ford's face turned red all the way to her ears.

How extraordinary.

Dirk Carter actually figured something out from her pulse?!

Indeed.

Between her legs, in that tiny space, there really was a toy.

A toy with extremely intense vibrations.

That was precisely why she was struggling to hold on.

Dirk Carter wasn't wrong.

In the short time of less than an hour.

The area below her waist was as if flooded, completely out of control.

Some sticky liquid had already dripped down her thighs.

Her entire consciousness was blurry, on the verge of fainting.

"Tha... thank you, Secretary General Carter, I... I'll go now."

Britt Ford tried to stand, using every ounce of her strength.

At that moment, Dirk Carter clearly sensed her daze.

It seemed she didn't have the strength to move.

Britt Ford sat back down, panting heavily, "I... I can't move..."

"Then you can take it out, and you'll feel better after a while."

Dirk Carter said softly.

Britt Ford looked at Dirk Carter, shook her head helplessly, and said, "I... I can't take it out. I... I don't have the key... It has to... has to run out of power first... to stop..."