Alice Parker immediately understood what Henry Carter wanted from him today after hearing this. Henry Carter was a crafty old fox—Alice Parker knew that perfectly well. If he were just an ordinary employee, Henry Carter would never go to such lengths to win him over. First, it was Alice Parker’s mysterious background that made Henry Carter feel it was worth investing emotionally. Second, he had unintentionally gotten involved with Sarah Bennett.

Sarah Bennett was highly capable at work and a mid-level manager, the type who got things done. Even Grace Sutton, whom she never really got along with, had publicly acknowledged her abilities multiple times. Moreover, the investigation team she led was a top priority for the company. At such a critical juncture, Sarah Bennett always remained impartial, never joining any company faction. Because of this, she became a key figure that all sides tried to recruit. Whoever could win the support of investigation team leader Sarah Bennett would see their own power rise to a new level. She was truly the best tool for eliminating rivals and protecting allies.

Since Sarah Bennett was hard to win over, if Alice Parker could be brought into his camp, persuading Sarah Bennett would become much easier.

Of course, Alice Parker didn’t mind Henry Carter’s attempt to recruit him. In any company, it’s impossible to avoid factional struggles. Especially in an old group like Maoyuan Group, power struggles were particularly fierce. His father-in-law Edward Sutton had him join the General Affairs Department for training for this very reason. If he didn’t get a deep understanding of factional struggles, how could he control or balance such matters in the future? The best way to understand was to join the game himself.

“Heh, with you looking out for me, Mr. Qian,” Alice Parker thought for a moment and then smiled easily, “what do I have to be afraid of? Who could trip me up?”

Hearing this, Henry Carter was secretly delighted. Alice Parker’s words made it clear he was already considering joining him. But on the surface, he put on a serious face and sighed, “You’re smart, but you’re just too laid-back. But that’s fine. I’ll find you a few easy achievements, and getting promoted will be a breeze. I’m getting old and my health isn’t what it used to be. I’ll pave the way for you now, and in the future, you can take over for me.”

Alice Parker laughed to himself. This old guy really knew how to use emotion, pressure, and incentives—he had some real tricks up his sleeve. If Alice Parker were truly just an ordinary employee, he might have already been won over by these tactics.

On the surface, though, he showed a hint of excitement, but quickly returned to his usual demeanor and said with a smile, “Then I’ll be counting on your support in the future, Mr. Qian.”

Henry Carter laughed heartily and patted him on the shoulder, “What can I say? The two of us, one old and one young, just really hit it off.”

…

The two of them rested for a while longer before finally parting ways. Before leaving, Henry Carter took a box of special Changbai Mountain cigarettes from his car for Alice Parker, patting his chest and saying that if he ran out, he should just ask for more. Alice Parker didn’t refuse much—refusing too much would just seem pretentious.

After they parted, Alice Parker drove toward the residential complex where Sarah Bennett lived. Since he hadn’t brought his phone while showering, when he turned it on, he found a few random texts and one from an unfamiliar number. On the surface, it looked like a typical advertisement, but if you read every third character, it said, “Miss you, waiting for you at home.” This number was another one used by Sarah Bennett.

Because Alice Parker insisted he had a wife, the two of them had agreed that if Sarah Bennett messaged him at night, she absolutely couldn’t use her main number and needed some cover. That’s why they did it this way. As for at work, it didn’t matter—they were superior and subordinate, and the occasional call or text during the day was perfectly normal.

However, when Alice Parker called Sarah Bennett, there was no need for such caution.

Alice Parker parked his car in a shopping mall parking lot a few kilometers from the complex, then hailed a taxi straight to Sarah Bennett’s home.

When Sarah Bennett saw Alice Parker arrive, she couldn’t hide her joy. She had sent a text but hadn’t gotten a reply, and was still nervous about whether Alice Parker would come. She hadn’t expected him not only to come, but to arrive so early.

Very different from her at work, in her private time Sarah Bennett had taken off her glasses and returned to her natural appearance. Her delicate, beautifully curved face was paired with a pair of bright, alluring eyes that made it hard to look away. She wore a loose, pink, semi-sheer robe, casually draped, revealing a section of fair, tender arm. Her hair was clearly freshly washed, half-dried and curling softly over her shoulders, giving her a charming, lazy, and seductive aura.

If any colleague familiar with Sarah Bennett at work saw this scene, their eyes would pop out in shock. At work, Sarah Bennett was always proper and organized, and could be considered a beauty. But she always wore a gray-and-white business suit and glasses, which, while giving her an intellectual beauty, made her seem to lack any sensuality due to her serious expression.

But at this moment, Sarah Bennett was showing a completely different side—gentle, alluring, and even sexy.