This flaw was completely absent in William Harris.

William Harris wore a well-fitted, snow-white shirt on her upper body. Since she was still twisting her body while standing outside the car door, Sullivan Foster could see the rounded edge of her high, full chest. The shirt was pulled down and tightened at the waist, and from her waist down to her hips, the curves displayed the fullness and perfection of a mature woman.

Just by looking, one could tell: if you pressed a finger there, you would definitely feel a strong resilience.

Although William Harris always tried to project a capable and efficient image in her attire, and sometimes deliberately made her gaze sharp, even going so far as to wear a pair of black, non-prescription tortoiseshell glasses, her voluptuous, mature figure, striking face, and skin as fair and tender as a young girl's all seriously undermined her image as a female official.

Brian Sullivan thought to himself: The previous Brian Sullivan, though a real bastard in life, truly had good taste in women.

When William Harris got into the car and noticed Brian Sullivan secretly glancing at her, she felt even more impatient, her elegant brows furrowing.

Her family background meant she never had to flatter those male officials in the political arena, nor did she need to use her body to exchange for anything.

She also knew that those so-called upright officials were filthy-minded, their gazes lecherous. But no matter how dirty their thoughts were, or how undisciplined their private lives, at least they wouldn’t break certain rules or dare to openly harass her.

Only this Brian Sullivan was so detestable—arrogant, and even bold enough to use the excuse of dozing off to touch her thigh. William Harris felt that sometimes she really had no way to deal with such a scoundrel; as long as he didn’t go too far, she would just keep her distance from him.

After all, Mark Brooks was parachuted in by the province to replace Mayor David Carter. If she couldn’t catch any evidence of harassment, making a fuss would only make her a laughingstock.

William Harris urged Brian Sullivan to drive to Nanyuan quickly, deliberately not telling him the truth right away, thinking to herself: Just you try touching me again, and I’ll cut off your little thing and feed it to the dogs...

When the car arrived at Nanyuan, Brian Sullivan saw that the No. 1 car of the municipal party committee had turned in just a moment before them.

The window of the No. 1 car was half open, and the municipal party secretary Henry Parker's sullen face appeared, his gaze sweeping over Brian Sullivan with an exceptionally sharp look.

Brian Sullivan felt a chill in his heart, instinctively thinking that the major incident in Nanyuan was related to him; otherwise, the party secretary, who usually had little to do with city government staff, wouldn’t look at him so pointedly.

The car stopped in front of Building 6 by Cui Lake deep inside Nanyuan. Parked in front were a police car and an ambulance. Brian Sullivan and William Harris got out, while the party secretary Henry Parker, who had gotten out first, was already standing on the steps of Building 6 waiting for them.

Henry Parker was a big, burly man. His skin was already dark, and now with his face even darker and the dusk deepening, he looked as if he was about to explode in anger.

Henry Parker watched as Brian Sullivan and William Harris approached, and immediately berated Brian Sullivan loudly: “What kind of secretary are you? On workdays, you should be by the leader’s side at all times. When something happened, why weren’t you in Nanyuan?”

As the top leader of Donghua City, party secretary Henry Parker had a broad perspective, but he still recognized the people around the standing committee members.

The city steel plant, as the largest state-owned enterprise in Donghua, had relationships as complex as those in the municipal party committee and government. Brian Sullivan had seen all kinds of situations and the ups and downs of life.

Moreover, the previous Brian Sullivan was also an arrogant type. His family background gave him a high starting point: having seen central leaders lose their temper and scold people, he felt that being scolded by the party secretary was child’s play, and he could sense a huge difference in aura.

Brian Sullivan wasn’t about to be frightened by Henry Parker's outburst. He was a bit dazed, not knowing what serious incident had happened to Deputy Mayor Mark Brooks.

Although William Harris really disliked Brian Sullivan, she couldn’t put the blame on him for what had happened. If she didn’t explain for Brian Sullivan now, and Henry Parker found out the details later, he would think she was deliberately tripping Brian Sullivan up.

William Harris was very competitive and naturally didn’t want to leave a bad impression on party secretary Henry Parker. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she explained for Brian Sullivan:

“Four days ago, when Mayor Brooks led a team to inspect the city steel plant, there was a fatal accident. Secretary Sullivan was unfortunately hit by the falling worker and got a bit injured. Mayor Brooks specifically had Secretary Sullivan stay in the hospital for observation for a few days, so when the incident happened today, Secretary Sullivan wasn’t by Mayor Brooks's side. I just found Secretary Sullivan myself, and haven’t had a chance to tell him about what happened in Nanyuan yet.” William Harris kept it brief, helping Brian Sullivan out.

“Oh.” Henry Parker snorted coldly, his face still stern, and led his secretary into Building 6.

Brian Sullivan found it hard to move his feet.

William Harris saw Brian Sullivan frozen there and said in a low voice, “Mayor Brooks came back to Nanyuan to rest at noon and had a heart attack. By the time he was found, it was already too late for rescue.” After saying this, she glanced at Brian Sullivan's face, then lifted her foot and went into Building 6.