Previously, William Thompson had suggested firing Henry Carter, and Linda Warren naturally had no objections. But who would have thought that when the dismissal order reached the HR department, it couldn’t be carried out? When Linda Warren inquired, he found out that firing Henry Carter required the president’s personal signature and approval. This made Linda Warren quite puzzled—just what kind of background did this Henry Carter have?

Linda Warren certainly couldn’t go ask the president directly, and he couldn’t get the answer he wanted from the HR department either. Today, however, he wanted to use this matter to probe a little.

“…Today something interesting happened in Sales Department Six. That Henry Carter actually managed to recover the one million yuan debt that Kaige Company owed us…”

Evelyn Clark was slightly taken aback. She knew about this account. Although one million was a trivial sum for Jasmine Fragrance Company, she knew how difficult it was to collect. The boss of Kaige Company was a notorious thug—yet Henry Carter actually managed to get the money back?

In an instant, Evelyn Clark understood Linda Warren’s reason for calling. Previously, the sales department had wanted to fire Henry Carter, but she had rejected it. Now, they were probably trying to use this opportunity to investigate Henry Carter’s background. But no matter how hard they tried, they would never guess that this seemingly unreliable guy was actually her husband, right?

Although Evelyn Clark didn’t think much of her lazy husband, the fact remained that they were legally married. No matter what their relationship was like, this was an unchangeable fact.

“Getting the money back is a good thing. The sales department should be careful to prevent such bad debts from happening again in the future.”

Linda Warren grunted in acknowledgment, then cautiously asked, “And about Henry Carter…”

Evelyn Clark replied in an official tone, “I remember there was a special commission approved for this sum, right? Since he managed to recover it, give him the commission bonus according to the rules… Is there anything else?”

Linda Warren hung up the phone a bit disappointed. Evelyn Clark’s response was watertight, not revealing anything about Henry Carter’s background. Lying back in his chair, Linda Warren thought for a moment, then called William Thompson, gave him a few instructions, and told William Thompson that Henry Carter was a special case—just let him be, there was no need to make trouble with the higher-ups over him…

In the president’s office, after hanging up, Evelyn Clark’s beautiful brows furrowed slightly.

When she left home that morning, that guy was probably still sleeping in. How did he manage to recover that bad debt?

If he had just gone to Kaige Company to ask, there was no way Zhou Fuming would have returned the money so easily. What exactly did he do to make Zhou Fuming cough up money he’d already pocketed?

For the first time, after living together for a month, Evelyn Clark felt a bit curious about her husband.

Chapter 6: Big Chest, No Brain

At ten o’clock at night, the street was much quieter than during the day.

Henry Carter was driving slowly, getting ready to go home.

He had been in Zhonghai for a month, but Henry Carter still felt out of place here, with no sense of belonging—whether at work or at home.

Evelyn Clark was very beautiful. The whole Jasmine Fragrance Company was full of beautiful women, but Evelyn Clark was recognized as the most beautiful of them all. Evelyn Clark was very capable—managing such a large listed company at such a young age spoke for itself. Evelyn Clark was also very cold. At the company, she was known as the “Iceberg President,” and at home, when facing Henry Carter, he could even feel a chill in her gaze, as if the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

Because of this, after work, Henry Carter didn’t rush home like other married men. Instead, he would find somewhere to eat, then go to a bar for a drink, or do something else to kill time. Only around nine or ten would he slowly make his way home. Usually by then, Evelyn Clark had already gone back to her own room to sleep, so they didn’t even have to see each other—naturally avoiding any trouble.

Thinking of the cold look his wife gave him, Henry Carter felt a wave of frustration. He stepped on the gas, and the battered Jetta roared and shot forward.

At the same time, a motorcycle suddenly shot out from a side street like a maniac. Two men sat on the bike, both looking panicked. The man on the back seat was clutching a woman’s handbag, and behind them, another motorcycle was in hot pursuit.

The motorcycle roared past the front of Henry Carter’s car. Instinctively, Henry Carter slammed on the brakes, and his car skidded to a stop at the intersection—just in time to block the pursuing motorcycle.

The motorcyclist braked hard, the rear of the bike lifting high into the air, but it still wasn’t enough. The front wheel crashed into the right door of the QQ car, leaving a big dent.

Looking at the dented right door, Henry Carter felt helpless. The car was already in bad shape—did it really need more damage?

Henry Carter looked up and saw the motorcyclist quickly take off their helmet, letting a ponytail swing free. At the same time, a beautiful face was revealed—though that attractive face was clearly tinged with a hint of fierceness.

The woman’s gaze was like a nail, fixed on Henry Carter in the driver’s seat. At the same time, she spoke rapidly into her walkie-talkie: “The suspects are fleeing toward Chunfeng Road. Block them! I’ve been stopped—suspect it’s an accomplice!”

Suspects?

Accomplice?