Edward Baker pinched his brow, resisting the urge to splay his fingers and poke John Foster in the eyeball.

Of course, he was also shocked inside:

This is unbelievable. Although he’s not the type to trust others easily, this intuition is just too strong, too illogical, isn’t it?

Has he really become a woman psychologically, turned into an animal of intuition?

Aside from the fact that the two of them got along fairly well in Degulamo, John Foster was also his direct supervisor at the West Africa branch. If anything really happened to him in Degulamo, John Foster would have to take responsibility.

Normally, John Foster wouldn’t just leave him behind for no reason.

However, if that intense intuition he just had wasn’t wrong, then what was John Foster lying about?

If it wasn’t for the reason John Foster claimed, then why did John Foster leave the “already done for” him in Iboku Village, leave Kabja to look after him, and drive back to Degulamo himself?

“It’s such a relief that you’re okay—President Yang has something urgent and can’t make it back to Degulamo for now, so Emily came with me to handle your... your situation...”

John Foster rambled on, as if only by doing so could he dissolve the awkwardness and shock of having “abandoned” Edward Baker, only to unexpectedly see Edward Baker standing here alive...

……

……

“Ah, when John Foster came back and said something happened to you, I was scared to death! It’s good you’re alright, otherwise we wouldn’t know how to explain it to the company. Are you still feeling unwell? We’d better hurry back to Degulamo and get you checked at the hospital!”

Emily Carter, who had come along with John Foster, was the branch’s full-time accountant.

Emily Carter was four years older than Edward Baker, about three or four years younger than John Foster, and got married around the same time as John Foster. But it was said that after her marriage, she didn’t get along with her mother-in-law, and her husband didn’t take her side. The conflict escalated, and in a fit of anger, she volunteered to be posted to Degulamo.

Strictly speaking, Emily Carter couldn’t really be called a stunning beauty. Without makeup, there were still some tiny white freckles on her cheeks, but she was tall—about 1.7 meters—and liked to wear tight jeans, which made her hips look especially full and perky.

Emily Carter also had fair, dewy skin.

In Degulamo, where women with chocolate-colored skin and thick lips were everywhere, Emily Carter’s tender, fair skin and big, bright eyes really gave her an advantage.

She was practically a super hormone trigger.

It was only the beginning of the century, and it had only been two years since Kanem ended military rule.

Aside from state-owned enterprises and government aid projects and personnel, there were still very few Chinese-funded companies in Degulamo. There were some Chinese entrepreneurs who came alone to do business in daily goods, engineering equipment, and electronics, but their numbers were limited.

Emily Carter had been posted to Degulamo just over three months ago. The usually deserted branch office now had a constant stream of fellow countrymen dropping by to chat and make connections every day; the office and their rented residence were always filled with fresh flowers and fruit.

But Edward Baker hadn’t seen anyone actually manage to hook up with Emily Carter.

If anyone had the advantage of proximity, it would be Edward Baker and John Foster, but John Foster had a lovely wife at home, and he seemed quite devoted to her. There was no sign of anything ambiguous between him and Emily Carter.

As for Edward Baker...

Edward Baker told himself, he was still just a kid!

Even though he’d had two shameful dreams with a blurry-faced woman—whose hot body was definitely Emily Carter’s type—when he woke up, he still couldn’t really accept the idea of actually doing something with a married woman.

Of course, more importantly, would she even want to do anything with him?

……

……

Emily Carter knew how chaotic the security situation was in Kanem, so she usually stayed in the staff dorm rented by the branch in the West Bank district and rarely went out; being new here, she was still quite wary of the locals.

When she got out of the car and saw a group of village children gathering around, she was nervous, afraid that if they touched her, she’d catch some terrible disease.

Emily Carter waved at Edward Baker from a distance, eager to get back in the car and return to Degulamo City, not wanting to stay in the village a second longer.

Edward Baker didn’t want to have to politely drink that thick, sticky green herbal soup again either, worried that in his current condition, he was only barely holding on thanks to his immune system, while the viruses and malaria parasites were still lurking in his body, ready to flare up at any moment.

He said to John Foster and Emily Carter:

“Did you bring any food or anything else...”

If it hadn’t been for the old chief Felician taking him in, he really would have died here.

Even if he had to rush back to Degulamo for a hospital checkup, he should at least express his gratitude first.

This time, John Foster and Emily Carter had brought some water and food in the car; whenever they had to leave Degulamo city, they were in the habit of bringing their own supplies, trying to avoid eating at local restaurants as much as possible.

Edward Baker originally thought of these as personal loans, but John Foster generously took all the food out of the car and handed it out to the children gathered around:

“You’re fine, that’s all that matters. If President Yang won’t reimburse these things, I’ll cover it myself. Otherwise, if something really happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to explain it to President Yang...”

More nonsense!