To be honest, during the two months that Henry Foster has been working in the office, Andrew Clark has actually taken good care of Henry Foster. First, it was out of respect for William Foster, and second, Henry Foster is young and lively, good at both basketball and table tennis, and has beautiful handwriting—all of which appeal to Andrew Clark, who genuinely wanted to be friends with him. Henry Foster's performance has also been fairly proper. Although he is young and inexperienced and occasionally makes small mistakes, they are nothing serious.

He never expected that Henry Foster would dare to do something so audacious!

He had the nerve to alter Secretary Parker's article without permission, and even published it in the provincial newspaper under Secretary Parker's name in such an open and grand manner. Such a thing—Andrew Clark had not only never seen or heard of it before, he couldn't even have imagined it in his wildest dreams!

"Boss, I never intended to deny it. Even if Secretary Parker didn't ask, I would have reported it myself."

Henry Foster still spoke softly and calmly, completely at ease.

"Fine, very well. Go explain it to Secretary Parker yourself!"

Andrew Clark was so angry he could hardly speak, his lips trembling as he spoke, then he turned around and stormed off in a rage.

Mason Parker's expression, on the other hand, was rather calm. At least, nothing unusual could be seen on his face, though there were still fiery sparks flickering in his eyes, clearly showing that he was far less composed inside than he appeared.

Henry Foster followed behind Andrew Clark, walking slowly into Mason Parker's office. He stopped two meters in front of the desk, looked calmly at Mason Parker, and still wore a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

Andrew Clark gave Mason Parker a slight bow, said nothing, and quietly left, closing the door behind him.

"Xiao Fan, what is going on here?"

Mason Parker's eyes flashed as he stared at Henry Foster for a while, then finally picked up the newspaper and spoke to Henry Foster.

"Secretary Parker, I was the one who changed the article."

Henry Foster did not hide anything and admitted it readily.

Mason Parker said calmly, "I know. I just spoke with Director Warren on the phone. You have some nerve, playing this kind of trick right under our noses."

Henry Foster smiled slightly.

It really wasn't that difficult. After all, no one would have imagined that he, Henry Foster, would have the guts to alter a theoretical article by the deputy secretary of the local committee without permission. Director Warren was completely unguarded. When Henry Foster went to Director Warren's office, Director Warren was busy, so he just skimmed through the article, saw Mason Parker's handwritten signature and the big red seal of the Yan Hua Local Committee Propaganda Department on the last page, and signed off without saying much, agreeing to publish it and letting Henry Foster deliver the manuscript to the editorial office himself.

On the way, Henry Foster swapped out the article, leaving only the last page unchanged. That page only had a few lines of the main text anyway, and in the revised article, Henry Foster had deliberately connected it to this ending, making everything seamless.

As an experienced detective, pulling off a little trick like this was child's play for Henry Foster.

"Secretary Parker, I just wrote down my true thoughts, that's all."

Henry Foster said calmly.

But that wasn't entirely sincere. In fact, Henry Foster's line of thinking had a lot in common with Mason Parker's, though there were some subtle differences. But going back more than twenty years, facing such a turbulent political climate, Henry Foster had no choice but to change his "viewpoint."

He hoped that this article could really change the established facts!

Mason Parker still didn't lose his temper. He gently put down the newspaper and asked, "From start to finish, you wrote it all yourself?"

"Yes! I couldn't possibly have discussed something like this with anyone else."

"Is that possible?"

It was no wonder Mason Parker didn't believe him. Setting aside the viewpoints, the article had clear arguments, rigorous logic, ample evidence, and impressive writing—truly the work of a "top-notch talent." Mason Parker thought to himself that even if he had written it personally, he couldn't have done much better.

Could Henry Foster, a twenty-year-old who had just graduated from college, really write so well?

Moreover, deep down, Mason Parker was convinced this was a conspiracy, making it even less likely that a young man like Henry Foster could have pulled it off alone. There had to be someone behind the scenes.

Henry Foster hesitated for a moment, then said, "Secretary Parker, whether you believe it or not, I revised this article by myself, from start to finish, with no one else involved."

Mason Parker's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared intently into Henry Foster's eyes.

Henry Foster's gaze was clear and bright, without the slightest hint of deceit or evasion.

"Very well, then tell me—why did you change my article?"

After a moment, Mason Parker asked.