“You notify the ambulance to come first, no matter if it’s useful or not, no matter if it’s too late or not, have the People’s Hospital send their best medical experts to Nanyuan to participate in the rescue. As for reporting to the municipal party committee and city government, I’ll handle it, you don’t need to worry; as for the staff on duty at Xicui Building, you must immediately keep them under control, don’t let them leave, and absolutely don’t let them talk nonsense.”

Chapter Eight: The Beautiful Secretary-General

Brian Sullivan, as the secretary to the standing committee deputy mayor, was originally supposed to stay in the hospital for observation, but suddenly checked out yesterday and left. Today, he came back again asking to be admitted, and the hospital naturally didn’t say anything—just gave him another room.

Brian Sullivan had a big meal in the ward and slept until after two in the afternoon before waking up.

Although deep down Brian Sullivan was still trying hard to avoid meeting Mark Brooks too soon, by this time, the fact that Mark Brooks hadn’t called even once still struck him as odd.

Although he hadn’t proactively reported his whereabouts to Mark Brooks since yesterday afternoon, judging from John Reed’s tone this morning, Mark Brooks should have known that he left the hospital yesterday and would go to the city steel plant with John Reed today.

For Mark Brooks not to have tried to contact him at all, nor instructed anyone else to do so, was rather unusual.

The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Brian Sullivan started to feel restless in the hospital, so he packed up simply and drove back to the city government to see what was going on, thinking: what must be faced, must be faced; hiding is not a solution. Besides, if he wanted his life to get back on track, he could only pin his hopes on Mark Brooks; hiding from him wouldn’t work.

Not only could he not avoid Mark Brooks, he also needed to change Mark Brooks’s opinion of him. Only then would it be possible to reconcile with the The Walker Family, and in terms of career development, to strive for greater support from the The Walker Family...

All the way, Brian Sullivan was pondering how to reconcile with the The Walker Family, thinking that with such a powerful backing, he had to make use of it. Only then could he accomplish things he never dared to imagine before, and reach heights he never dared to dream of.

As soon as he drove into the municipal party committee and city government compound, Brian Sullivan saw from afar his immediate superior, the deputy secretary-general of the city government, William Harris, coming out of the building.

William Harris was hurrying down the steps, her chest heaving as if waves were rhythmically surging.

Seeing this, it wasn’t hard for Brian Sullivan to understand why the previous Brian Sullivan had such a persistent attachment to William Harris, whom he couldn’t win over...

On this autumn afternoon, the weather had already cooled, but William Harris’s cheeks and forehead were beaded with sweat.

Restless and irritable, her fair face seemed to be covered with a layer of powder, rosy and flushed, and her eyes lacked their usual composure, as if something critical had happened.

“Secretary-General Harris, has something happened in the city?” Brian Sullivan drove over and asked.

At the sudden sight of Brian Sullivan’s pale face, William Harris was startled, and instinctively frowned her delicate brows.

Although the man before her had a rather handsome face, there was a pallor hollowed out by wine and women, which made people uncomfortable to look at. Especially Brian Sullivan’s empty, spiritless eyes, which carried an indescribable sinister air—this was the direct impression William Harris had of him when he first came to Donghua more than half a year ago; her instinctive impression made her dislike Brian Sullivan.

Over the past half year, Brian Sullivan had harassed her openly and secretly, his temper was irritable and arrogant, which made William Harris detest him from the bottom of her heart.

In the past, William Harris would probably have just nodded coldly and walked away, but now, seeing Brian Sullivan suddenly appear, she asked impatiently, “Where did you go? Secretary-General Reed said you returned to the city this morning?”

“I came back from the city steel plant. My left shoulder started hurting again, so I went to the hospital,” Brian Sullivan made up an excuse, half true and half false, not afraid of anyone checking his whereabouts, and then asked, “What exactly happened?”

“Don’t ask too much. If you can drive, then take me to Nanyuan,” William Harris opened the car door, ready to get in.

“Secretary-General Harris, Secretary-General Harris.”

Someone called William Harris from behind. Brian Sullivan looked out and saw it was Mayor David Carter’s driver chasing out from the building.

William Harris already had one foot in the car, her body still at the door, turning to say to Mayor David Carter’s driver, “You stay here and see if Mayor Carter needs the car. I’ll take Secretary Sullivan’s car to Nanyuan first.”

If there had been another car available, William Harris would never have ridden in his. This made Brian Sullivan even more certain that something serious had happened at Nanyuan, so much so that William Harris couldn’t care about her dislike for him.

Perhaps subconsciously thinking that no matter how big the incident in the city, it was someone else’s business and had nothing to do with him at the moment, Brian Sullivan didn’t feel particularly nervous. Instead, his attention was drawn to William Harris’s figure...

From Brian Sullivan’s angle, he happened to see William Harris with one foot stepping into the car, her whole body twisting from the hips; this posture made the coffee-colored, slightly elastic pants she wore today stretch tightly over her hips.

William Harris was almost perfectly straight, not a wrinkle in sight, her full and rounded hips stretched right in front of Brian Sullivan’s eyes and nose—enough to make any man’s heart stir.

Although Chinese women also care about their figures, most don’t exercise much, so their hips tend to be narrow, lacking the soft and voluptuous curves from waist to hip.