"Ah, it's already so late, I'm doomed, I'm doomed, I'll get scolded again when I get home..."

Henry Carter muttered to himself as he started the car.

Natalie Scott stopped helplessly. She couldn't possibly break down the door and drag him out of the car for a beating, so she could only glare resentfully at Henry Carter's second-hand Jetta as it pulled away.

Henry Carter's car rolled forward a couple of steps, stopped in front of the two policemen who were struggling to hold back their laughter, and Henry Carter stuck his head out, glanced at the still furious Natalie Scott behind him, and said with a smile, "Your Captain Scott really works hard..."

The two policemen were momentarily confused, not understanding what Henry Carter meant. With Natalie Scott watching from behind, they didn't dare deny it, so they just nodded perfunctorily.

Henry Carter cast another sympathetic glance at Natalie Scott's ample chest, sighed, took out the stack of money, handed it to the tall policeman, and said in a sympathetic tone, "Seeing the people's servants working so hard, as one of the people, I can't just stand by. This is my personal sponsorship for your Captain. Take it, and let her buy herself a better bra later. Hmm, our Jasmine Fragrance Company's products are pretty good—there are a few sporty, energetic styles that would definitely suit her..."

"Bastard!"

A furious roar suddenly rang out as Natalie Scott charged over like an enraged lioness, her eyes practically devouring him.

Henry Carter burst out laughing, floored the gas pedal, and the Jetta roared as it shot forward at high speed.

Natalie Scott started to give chase, but the two policemen exchanged a glance, then quickly forced a bitter smile and grabbed Natalie Scott from either side. "Captain, Captain, don't chase him, so many people are watching..."

"Let it go, let it go, Captain Scott, you're the bigger person, don't stoop to his level."

Natalie Scott was held back by the two policemen, and since she couldn't catch up to the car anyway, she could only give up angrily.

The tall policeman looked at the stack of money in his hand and hesitantly asked, "Captain Scott... this money..."

Natalie Scott turned her head, her gaze sharp as a knife. The tall policeman gave an awkward smile, looking a bit embarrassed.

Natalie Scott clenched her fists, turned to watch the Jetta's tail lights gradually disappear, and suddenly sneered, "Henry Carter, Jasmine Fragrance Company Sales Department, hmph, you can run, but you can't hide..."

Chapter 8: The Three Rules

Starlight Community was a very famous residential development in Zhonghai City, because all the properties there were standalone villas, and the community's amenities were top-notch. In a city where every inch of land was precious, only the truly wealthy or powerful could afford to buy a home in Starlight Community.

When Henry Carter drove his beat-up Jetta into the community, the security guard gave him a strange look. But Henry Carter was already used to it. The Jetta looked ugly, but it had plenty of power, and that was enough for Henry Carter.

The Jetta drove through the gates of Villa No. 6 and slowly entered the spacious garage. Inside were two cars: a white BMW X5, which Evelyn Clark drove to work every day, and a Gallardo sports car, which Evelyn Clark rarely drove and which basically sat in the garage all day, making Henry Carter occasionally sigh at the waste.

Henry Carter's Jetta parked next to the Gallardo, like a ragged beggar lying beside a noble queen. No matter how you looked at it, it was odd. No wonder the security guard at the gate looked at his car so strangely—after all, everyone who lived here was rich, and luxury cars worth millions were everywhere. Henry Carter's Jetta stood out like a chicken among cranes...

After parking, Henry Carter opened the villa's front door. The main lights in the living room were off, with only a small nightlight on. Henry Carter let out a breath—looked like Evelyn Clark was already asleep.

Henry Carter closed the door and took a couple of steps forward, but suddenly had a feeling and turned to look toward the bathroom.

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and a graceful figure stepped out—it was Evelyn Clark.

Evelyn Clark was wearing slippers and a thin silk nightgown, her figure alluring in the dim light, exuding an irresistible temptation. She was holding the underwear she had just changed out of.

Although Henry Carter only glanced for a moment, he could clearly see it was a set of black lace-trimmed lingerie, full of exotic allure. Combined with Evelyn Clark's faintly visible, graceful figure, Henry Carter's gaze grew noticeably hotter.

At the same time, Evelyn Clark also saw Henry Carter standing in the living room. Noticing the sudden brightness in his eyes, Evelyn Clark's expression changed slightly, instantly growing colder. She hid the underwear she was holding to her side, shot Henry Carter a cold look as if she hadn't seen him at all, and turned to head up the stairs to the second floor.

Henry Carter didn't think anything of it. After all, she had always looked down on him, and especially after catching him peeking at Grace Foster's butt earlier today, it would be strange if she was nice to him.

Evelyn Clark's attitude didn't stop Henry Carter from admiring her graceful back. Under the silk nightgown, her hazy silhouette was even more enticing.

Maybe it was because she felt Henry Carter's gaze like needles on her back, but after just a few steps up the stairs, Evelyn Clark's foot suddenly slipped, and her body fell backward.

"Ah!"