“Please have a seat.” The man with the thin mustache pulled out a chair and opened the folder he was carrying as he invited the person across from him to sit down.Inside the conference room, Fire Department Chief Page tried to remain calm as he faced an inquiry by the Public Safety Committee.Seated next to the man with the thin moustache were the other committee members, who had begun to look up from the reports in their hands and were now staring at him.The man with the thin mustache then cleared his throat, signaling that he had finished reading. His eyes lifted calmly toward Page. “Mr. Page, based on the investigation we’ve conducted, there are many factors that have been overlooked in our report this time.”The investigators exchanged glances. Then one of them began to display his screen. “Here we found evidence that much of the firefighting equipment in Vendric County is in poor condition.”The man pointed to several photos of evidence consisting of fire extinguishers: brittle

Christian glared at him. “What are you talking about?” He began to panic, hesitating as he stepped closer. “What secrets are you talking about?” He wasn't sure exactly how much Brett knew.Brett stared at him with resentment, his hands clenched into fists. His only goal in this place had been to work and avoid anything that would drag him into trouble. But unlike Christian, he was not an irresponsible person. He simply avoided unnecessary conflict; however, that did not mean he wouldn't involve himself when things became critical.Christian was not only trying to destroy Derek but was now also intending to shift all responsibility onto him, and Brett would not stand by without fighting back. “Derek performed his duties according to procedure. He detected clear signs of life before entering the vacation home and reported the situation in full.”Recalling the events of that day clearly in his mind, he fixed his gaze fiercely back on Christian. “But Christian refused to give the order to

“Damn it! Did he really leave because I kicked him out?” Erin slammed her phone onto the sofa in frustration.She paced back and forth restlessly, biting her fingernails, her eyes darting to her dark phone screen. She had tried calling Derek repeatedly, but there was no answer to any of her calls, which only fueled her irritation.Derek hadn't been home for days. If this were the past, Erin wouldn't have cared at all. She didn't even pay attention to what Derek was doing; she only reached out to him when she needed something.But the situation was different now. She sat there, staring blankly at her phone, haunted by Page’s words: “How could you not tell me that Derek is the son of a billionaire?”“What is he talking about? Why is Derek the son of a billionaire? What does that even mean?” Erin felt a mix of emotions—shock and disbelief.Erin could not comprehend how the man she considered a useless dog could suddenly be the son of one of the richest men in the world. Meanwhile, Dick w

“Who does he think he is, daring to act like that toward me!” Erin slammed her bedroom door shut with a violent force.Because of Derek’s demand for a divorce, Erin became enraged and left the hospital that very second. She could not accept Derek’s attitude toward her, yet she also refused to let him go.The woman threw herself onto the bed, her hands clenching the bedsheets tightly, her face flushed with fury. “Derek, you will never slip through my fingers. You will be mine forever until the day I decide to let you go.”She believed she knew Derek inside and out. She knew what kind of man he was, and she knew that, fundamentally, he was a good person. Therefore, she needed to do something to win the sympathy and attention of that "good man," and she was certain it would be easy.She then got up and immediately began formulating a plan. “Dick, let’s party tonight.” She contacted the man and hung up the phone as soon as she heard his affirmation on the other end.A smile spread across

“Come on, honey, come with us.” The two men led Erin further inside, navigating through corridors Erin had never visited before.They brought her into a private room and locked it. Inside, they laid her down on the bed; her body writhed slowly as she moved her hands to feel the surface of the mattress, then felt safe and comfortable.Meanwhile, the two men stood before her, watching the scene with passionate gazes. “She really has such beautiful curves.” They watched as she lay on her side.The curves of her side formed a shape exactly like a Spanish guitar: a deep, narrow waistline, wide hips, and well-formed, firm buttocks of just the right size.The men grew wilder as they looked at her body, even peering into the gap of Erin’s open dress. “Undressing her would certainly be an incredible pleasure.”The man with the sinister-looking scar on his face nodded in agreement. “I feel like I want to bury my face right between her breasts. It’s such a shame if we just watch her without doin