A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 772 772

"Wow, so many people are here already, I guess I'm late."

Dirk Carter said with a hearty laugh.

Jabez Shaw grabbed Dirk's hand, also wearing a big smile, and said, "No, no, we came early. Secretary General Carter is right on time."

Indeed, words of such eloquence have a way of warming one's heart.

Besides Jabez Shaw and Britt Ford, there were three others.

They were Franklin Ross, Secretary of the Disciplinary Committee.

Arsenio Dempsey, the Minister of Organization, and Dallon Lewis, the Chief of Police.

It was clear that these individuals were Jabez Shaw's loyal allies.

Of course, the purpose of this dinner was more than just drinking; from the outset, Dirk Carter sensed something was amiss.

Jabez Shaw first placed Dirk between him and Britt Ford.

This arrangement seemed appropriate.

Dirk Carter, as the head, with his deputies respectively on his left and right, was consistent with the seating order in official circles.

The issue arose as soon as Dirk sat down.

Jabez Shaw said to Britt Ford, "Deputy Secretary Ford, I'm feeling a bit unwell with a cold today and took some antibiotics, so I'll pass the drinking task to you."

Before they arrived.

They had already discussed the strategy.

With grace and poise, Britt Ford raised a glass to Dirk Carter and said, "As long as Secretary General Carter doesn't mind, even if I drink myself to death, I'll make sure to keep Secretary General Carter company."

"Oh, Deputy Secretary Ford, what kind of talk is that? You're so beautiful, and if you really drank yourself to death, I wouldn't know how many men in The County Committee and County Government would blame me; this is a price I can't afford."

A little joke.

Set off a burst of laughter from everyone.

What followed was the usual scene of clinking glasses.

Jabez Shaw made it clear from the start that he couldn't drink.

So naturally, everyone's glasses were sent one after another to Dirk Carter.

By looking at the setup, it was clear they intended to get Dirk drunk.

Over an hour of drinking quickly came to an end.

Judging by Dirk Carter's appearance, he was a bit confused.

Jabez Shaw leaned into Dirk's ear and said, "Secretary General Carter, look at this; I've been telling these guys to ease up on you, but they still couldn't help themselves. We have guest rooms just upstairs at this restaurant. Secretary General Carter, how about staying overnight?"

"I... I'm not drunk, I... I want to go home, call... call my secretary to pick me up."

Dirk Carter stands up.

He looks wobbly and dizzy.

Jabez Shaw gleefully said.

"It's so late, let's not trouble the secretary. How about letting Deputy Secretary Ford take you upstairs instead?"

Upon hearing this.

Dirk Carter suddenly perked up.

Gazing at Britt Ford, he asked with a playful smile, "Deputy Secretary Ford taking me upstairs?"

That was a face of ecstatic delight.

While speaking, his hand went around Britt Ford's shoulder.

Seeing this, Britt Ford immediately waved her hand and said, "Secretary General Carter, it's inconvenient for me to take you upstairs; better to have a man take you."

"What's inconvenient? I just want you to take me upstairs."

Dirk Carter said in a slurred manner.

Jabez Shaw quickly said, "Deputy Secretary Ford, since Secretary General Carter has specifically asked you to take him upstairs, don't spoil the fun; we'll head out first, and we'll leave Secretary General Carter to you."

After saying this.

Jabez Shaw gave a knowing glance.

The others immediately left the private room.

Dirk Carter wrapped his arm around Britt Ford's neck, pressing his cheek against hers.

Softly, he said, "Act realistic, you almost broke character just now."

"I can't act."

Britt Ford said, panicked.

"Weren't you a dancer before?"

"Dancers only need to dance, they don't have lines."

Britt Ford replied.

Dirk Carter glanced at the doorway.

He said, "Unless I'm mistaken, the room we're heading to has already been bugged. We'll go over there and follow my lead."

"Alright."

At this point, Britt Ford had no other choice.

And so.

With her support.

The two stumbled to the room Jabez Shaw had prepared in advance.

Britt Ford opened the room with her key card.

Dirk Carter first staged a drunken scene, falling to the ground.

After a brief chaos.

Britt Ford said, "Secretary General Carter, you should rest early. I'll take my leave."

"Deputy Secretary Ford, no need to rush... you see, I'm drunk; stay and keep me company."

Dirk Carter said.

Britt Ford: "Secretary General Carter, it's late, it's not appropriate for us—being a man and a woman—alone together. I'd better leave."

As she was just about to turn around.

Dirk Carter pulled Britt Ford's hand.

He staggered to his feet.

Wrapped both arms around her neck.

And directly pushed her onto the bed.

Seeing this, Britt Ford quickly shouted, "Secretary General Carter, what are you doing? Let go of me... let go of me..."

What followed.

Was a process of forcing and being forced.

Of course.

They were merely coordinating with each other.

Dirk Carter whispered in Britt Ford's ear.

He softly said, "Next you need to let out some moaning sounds, like those of a steamy encounter."

"I can't do it."

Britt Ford whispered, lowering her voice.

Dirk Carter paused.

He asked, "How can you not do it? It's the sound a woman makes when with a man... you may not have eaten pork, but you've seen pigs run, right?"

Britt Ford looked visibly flustered.

She said, "Well... I can do it during the act, but now you're asking me to make that sound and I truly can't."

Dirk Carter was at a loss for words.

He said, "Just recall the sensation and try it out; we have to start or those monitoring will notice something. I've prepared for days and can't let it all go to waste."

"Ah..."

Finding no other option.

Britt Ford squeezed her throat and let out a cry.

That cry of "ah" was more contrived than silence.

Dirk Carter, startled, quickly covered her mouth.

He whispered in her ear, "Be more realistic, more realistic; that cry sounds too fake."

Britt Ford looked at Dirk Carter with innocent, aggrieved eyes.

She wished to tell him she truly couldn't make the sound.

As Dirk Carter articulated.

Today's dinner was Jabez Shaw's ultimate test for him.

With this test over, Dirk Carter would further engage with the interests behind Jabez Shaw by leveraging his "lecherous" persona.

If they failed to play their roles well.

Considering Jabez Shaw's character.

He would undoubtedly remain cautious, trying his best to sideline Dirk Carter.

With one final extra push.

Slipping up now would render all prior acts meaningless.

At this moment, Dirk Carter could not concern himself with anything else.

He faced Britt Ford and said, "Deputy Secretary Ford, I apologize, but I need to take measures."

"Take measures? What do you mean?"

Just as Britt Ford asked this.

Dirk Carter pulled her shirt open with a rip.

The purple underwear underneath came into view.

"You..."

Before she could voice her protest.

Dirk Carter pulled down the bra, and her two soft, jade-like breasts bounced free.