In Adam Bolton's memory, when Henry Harris presided over the restructuring of Xinfeng Group in 1994, he was reported for accepting bribes. The provincial authorities sent an inspection team specifically for this matter, and soon obtained evidence that Henry Harris had accepted bribes from Xinfeng Group's James Parker. According to the court's public verdict, Henry Harris arranged for his mistress Yvonne Clark to work at Xinfeng Group by pulling strings. The general manager of Xinfeng Group, James Parker, bribed Henry Harris three times through Yvonne Clark, totaling 270,000 yuan (at sentencing, Yvonne Clark's half-year salary at Xinfeng Group was also added), so that Henry Harris would give the management of Xinfeng Group greater benefits during the restructuring and distribution of interests. The three bribes were all deposited into Yvonne Clark's personal account, and together with Yvonne Clark's own testimony and the 370,000 yuan in deposits in the accounts of Henry Harris and his wife (of which 160,000 yuan could not be explained as coming from a legal source), a complete chain of evidence was formed.

Yvonne Clark probably provided the evidence that doomed Henry Harris to ruin after her father left Haizhou. Looking at the alluring curves of Yvonne Clark's profile, Adam Bolton really couldn't imagine that such a beautiful body could hide such a venomous heart.

Rather than imagining Yvonne Clark as a femme fatale, Adam Bolton would rather believe she had her own hardships. Adam Bolton patted the back of his head, laughing at himself for being so naive—even after living two lives, he was still fooled by appearances.

Chapter 5: The Temptation of a Mature Woman

"What's wrong?" Yvonne Clark turned her head. "Oh, where do you live? I'll drive you home." This young man had been silent since getting in the car, but suddenly started patting the back of his head. Judging by his actions and expression, he really didn't seem like a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy. Yvonne Clark was very confident in her looks; when Adam Bolton stole glances at her, she could almost feel his burning gaze. But when her eyes turned to him, his gaze didn't shy away in panic like most boys, but calmly met hers; in his clear eyes, there was none of the greed of adults.

"Ah, my home?" Adam Bolton was a bit surprised. Of course, he couldn't let Yvonne Clark know he lived in the government compound, and even less let her know he was Chris Bolton's son. Besides, he still needed to come back later to get the photos. "If I go home like this, my mom will definitely nag me. Just drop me off somewhere—I need to wash my undershirt first. Oh, what drink were you having? It's all sticky on me."

"Fruit tea..." Yvonne Clark pointed to the light green drink bottle on the back seat. "Lots of sugar. If you spill it on yourself, it's really sticky. Why don't we go to my place first, take off your clothes and wash them clean..."

This suggestion, which sounded incredibly tempting, was something Adam Bolton would never refuse. But was the Yvonne Clark who doomed Henry Harris really so innocent? After all, it was his own collision with Yvonne Clark that got him drenched in the drink. If he'd run into a shrewish woman, he might have gotten a scolding first. Most women would just roll their eyes and walk away, but Yvonne Clark's innocent and guilty look was something only simple and kind-hearted women would show.

"Aren't you afraid your boyfriend will misunderstand if you take me to your place?" Adam Bolton asked, tilting his head.

Yvonne Clark burst out laughing, like a night-blooming cereus suddenly in full bloom, charmingly pointing at Adam Bolton: "How old are you? Who would be jealous of you? Besides, I don't even have a boyfriend..."

Adam Bolton suddenly remembered that at this moment, he only looked like a harmless sixteen-year-old boy in front of a beautiful woman. He watched the faint, sparkling smile in Yvonne Clark's eyes. Adam Bolton felt a little embarrassed, but didn't back down: "A beauty like you would make men of any age dangerous..."

"Are you saying I have the power to tempt any man?" Yvonne Clark tucked a lock of hair behind her ear with her pinky, bit her lip slightly, and glared at Adam Bolton, her eyes full of flirtatious anger and shyness. "You look so gentle and weak, but you're actually quite bold—already know how to tease girls. If I were your older sister, I'd have to teach you a lesson..."

"You're the most dangerous like this..." Adam Bolton turned sideways, propped his arm on the dashboard, rested his chin on his hand, and gazed intently at Yvonne Clark's flawless face, smiling as he said, "If I had such a charming older sister, I'd wish for you to scold me every day."

Yvonne Clark glared at Adam Bolton, but saw that his gaze didn't dodge—instead, his eyes grew even wider, his burning stare seemingly determined to look into her heart. For no reason, she felt a sudden panic, but not any dislike.

Yvonne Clark bit her lip, holding back a laugh as they stared at each other for a while. She was the first to give in, turning her face away, trying to focus on driving, but she could still feel his gaze on her face. Unable to take it, she raised her hand to block his eyes: "Stop looking at me! I don't want a thick-skinned little brother like you. I really wonder if bringing you home to wash your clothes is the right decision—you look like a little pervert..." But her lips were full of a smile, with no intention of kicking Adam Bolton out of the car, and there was a hint of flirtation in her tone.