A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 811

Arlo Yarbrough, infuriated by the words he heard, wanted to slap him.

But Dirk Carter stopped him.

He took out a cigarette, offered it to him, and even lit it.

He took a deep drag.

Kahlil Sutton finally seemed a bit energized.

Squinting his eyes, he sized up Dirk Carter and said, "I just owe you a bit of money, what's the rush? You've tied me up here, how am I supposed to pay you back?"

Pay you back?

Looks like this kid owes debts quite often.

I thought it was a creditor who had tied him up.

Dirk Carter pulled over a chair and sat down facing him, asking, "Kahlil Sutton, do you remember Yana Marshall?"

"Yana Marshall? The name sounds familiar, but I can't quite recall."

Kahlil Sutton said in a rascal-like manner.

However, his sudden eye dilation indicated that he did know Yana Marshall.

"Then think carefully, there's no rush, we have all the time in the world."

Dirk Carter said.

Kahlil Sutton disdainfully said, "I told you I can't recall, and I can't recall even if you kill me. Boss, don't waste your time here; it's meaningless."

"I told you, I'm not in a hurry. One day, two days, three days—it's really okay."

As of now, Dirk Carter's tone remained calm.

Perhaps due to this good temper, Kahlil Sutton became increasingly presumptuous.

He flicked away the cigarette butt.

Then said, "Buddy, did I give you face? You tied me up? Do you know who I am, Kahlil Sutton? If you know what's good for you, stop looking for trouble and live peacefully."

Dirk Carter knew.

For a hooligan like him.

If you don't show him some grit.

He definitely won't open his mouth.

Arlo Yarbrough handed him a scalpel.

Dirk Carter rubbed the blade with his thumb, addressing Kahlil Sutton, "Let's start gentle first and then tough, if you don't like the civilized way, we can play a bloody game. I'm quite accommodating, any way is fine."

"You think you can scare me? Do you think I haven't seen blood? If you have the guts, stab me!"

Kahlil Sutton didn't see any ruthlessness in Dirk Carter.

So he was a bit dismissive.

Dirk Carter smiled slightly.

He stood up.

He walked right up to him.

Pressing the scalpel against Kahlil Sutton's thigh.

Kahlil Sutton looked down.

About to retort again.

He saw Dirk Carter apply slight pressure.

The bare skin was instantly cut open.

Blood flowed out profusely.

At that moment.

Kahlil Sutton felt a twinge of fear.

But he could still endure it.

Clenching his teeth, he remained silent, putting on a fearless front.

Dirk Carter didn't seem like he wanted to stop.

The scalpel gradually dug deeper into the flesh, nerves screaming with pain.

Kahlil Sutton's body started to struggle, and his curses grew fouler.

When the wound reached about a centimeter deep.

Kahlil Sutton couldn't hold on anymore.

His tensed breath relaxed, and he shouted, "Stop, stop, I know Yana Marshall, I know Yana Marshall..."

Dirk Carter didn't seem to want to stop, still applying pressure.

Kahlil Sutton's screams echoed in the room.

After some time of wailing.

He shouted, "Someone paid me to seduce her, it wasn't my idea, it wasn't my idea..."

Dirk Carter paused.

Asking, "Who told you to do it?"

Kahlil Sutton panted heavily.

He said, "Liam Zane, a guy named Liam Zane, everyone calls him Secretary Zane..."

At that moment.

Dirk Carter and Arlo Yarbrough exchanged a glance.

This outcome was somewhat unexpected.

Liam Zane was Jabez Shaw's secretary.

So the one who instructed Kahlil Sutton must have been Jabez Shaw.

Under the pressure from Dirk Carter, Kahlil Sutton revealed the truth.

He wasn't really a second-generation rich kid in the jade business; basically, he was just a pretty boy with decent looks.

Which was true.

If it weren't for the drug use, he really had the air of a pretty boy.

About six months ago.

Liam Zane approached him, offered him thirty thousand, and told him to seduce Yana Marshall.

No matter how, he was to drag Yana Marshall down into the quagmire.

Kahlil Sutton was indeed capable.

Under his careful packaging, he launched a campaign against Yana Marshall, and it didn't take long for her to lose both money and heart.

"Did Liam Zane tell you why he asked you to do this?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Kahlil Sutton shook his head and said, "I asked at the time, but he told me not to meddle, just do my job. However, I did overhear him on the phone once, something related to the County Committee Secretary."

The County Committee Secretary?

Back then, Dirk Carter wasn't there yet.

The so-called County Committee Secretary could only have been Esau West.

Could Esau West's sudden resignation be related to this?

Dirk Carter had a vague hunch.

He paused, then let go.

The wound bled again.

Addressing Arlo Yarbrough, he said, "Help him bandage up. I'm going to deal with some things right now."

Arlo Yarbrough rolled his eyes and muttered, "Damn it, cleaning up your mess every time..."

Of course.

Dirk Carter couldn't hear this, as he had already rushed out.

At ten o'clock.

Dirk Carter knocked on Houston Marshall's door.

After three to five minutes, a young girl opened the door.

The woman looked in her twenties, with delicate features. Not stunning, but had the pure charm of the girl next door.

Considerably above average in looks.

Though there was weariness between her brows, and her hair was a mess.

The woman stared with astonished eyes, asking, "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, is Director Marshall home?"

Dirk Carter asked.

This woman was undoubtedly Yana Marshall.

She thought Dirk Carter was here for Houston Marshall.

Her face turned dark.

She said, "You've got the wrong place."

Just as she was about to shut the door.

Dirk Carter's foot wedged it open.

Unable to close the door, Yana Marshall became anxious and snapped, "What are you doing? I told you you've got the wrong place."

"Yana, who is it?"

Houston Marshall's voice came from inside the house.

Dirk Carter quickly called out, "Director Marshall, it's me."

Hearing Dirk Carter's voice.

A clattering sound came from inside.

Houston Marshall ran while adjusting his pajamas, losing one slipper on the way to Dirk Carter.

Recognizing Dirk Carter's face.

He quickly pulled the door open.

His expression reverted to that of submissiveness, respectfully calling out, "Secretary General Carter, why are you here?"