This is called advancing by retreating.
Dirk Carter took over, turning Gilbert Dixon's framing into his own proposal.
Fabian Vincent's reprimand was expected.
In this way, the deadlock was easily resolved.
Meanwhile.
In Kanes Bates's office.
The two shared a dirty joke and laughed heartily.
Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang.
Kanes Bates picked up the phone and naturally said, "This is Kanes Bates."
Gilbert Dixon couldn't hear what was said on the phone, but he watched as Kanes Bates's expression turned darker and darker.
After hanging up.
Gilbert Dixon asked, "What's wrong?"
Kanes Bates frowned and said, "Immanuel Henderson called, saying Fabian Vincent called him personally and ordered him not to stop the government office's bonuses, or he wouldn't be able to keep his position as the head of finance."
Gilbert Dixon was taken aback.
He asked, "How is that possible? Fabian Vincent helping Dirk Carter? It's impossible; there's a conflict between them, and it's surprising they haven't broken completely."
"I don't understand why either, but the call was indeed from Fabian Vincent, and Immanuel Henderson wouldn't dare lie to me."
Kanes Bates paused, then continued, "Since Fabian Vincent is backing him, we can only swallow Dirk Carter's arrogance for now; after all, Fabian Vincent is powerful now, and we can't afford to offend him."
Gilbert Dixon was simmering with anger.
But there wasn't a better plan.
In his frustration.
He suddenly had a thought and said, "There's another way?"
"What way?"
Kanes Bates asked.
Gilbert Dixon looked at him and asked, "Get The Maplewood Gang involved. In Rexton City, there's nothing they can't handle."
Kanes Bates waved his hand repeatedly upon hearing this, saying, "I suggest you don't provoke The Maplewood Gang; otherwise, you'll invite trouble. It's not worth affecting your future because of someone like Dirk Carter."
"No way, I absolutely can't swallow this."
Gilbert Dixon stood up angrily and said.
Kanes Bates sighed and said, "Since you've decided, I can't change your mind, but let me clarify, from now on, this matter has nothing to do with me."
Despite cursing in his heart.
Gilbert Dixon still nodded and said, "Don't worry, brother, my business has nothing to do with you."
Eight o'clock in the evening.
At the entrance of a mall in Rexton City.
Gilbert Dixon, carrying a black leather bag, was looking around.
Suddenly, a roar came from afar.
Then.
A motorcycle convoy appeared from the corner.
Amidst pedestrians dodging, the convoy stopped in front of Gilbert Dixon.
The leading biker looked at Gilbert Dixon and asked, "Is everything ready?"
Gilbert Dixon lifted the bag to show it and said, "All set."
The biker said, "Then get on."
Gilbert Dixon climbed onto the bike.
The biker revved the engine.
Amidst the engine's roar, they sped away.
About ten minutes later.
A dozen motorcycles pulled up in front of a courtyard.
The biker pointed to the wooden door and said, "Take your things inside; someone's there to receive you."
After getting off.
The motorcycle convoy left again.
Nervously, he knocked on the door.
The wooden door creaked open.
A young woman with quite an extravagant style and outfit appeared, chewing gum, she glanced at Gilbert Dixon and asked, "You're here to do business with The Maplewood Gang, right?"
"Yes, yes, that's me!"
Gilbert Dixon hurriedly nodded.
The woman said, "Then come with me."
After speaking.
She closed the wooden door, led Gilbert Dixon through the courtyard, and came to a room's entrance.
Knocked three times.
Then opened the door.
Said, "Go in."
The room was dark.
It felt somewhat cramped.
In front was a worn wooden table, opposite was a screen, faintly revealing a figure inside.
"In front of you is a table, there's a paper on the table, write down the identity of the person you want to teach a lesson. If there's a photo, leave one behind, then you can leave."
A cold female voice came from behind the screen.
"Oh, I understand."
Gilbert Dixon had just sat down.
The voice echoed again, saying, "I need to remind you that once a Maplewood order is placed, it cannot be withdrawn, nor can the money be refunded, so before you write, think carefully."
"No need to think, I'll sign."
Gilbert Dixon didn't hesitate, directly writing Dirk Carter's identity information on the paper.
After writing, he stood up.
Asked, "My request is simple, just make him lose everything."
"Rest assured, The Maplewood Gang acts, it's always successful, in a week's time, you will see the results."
That cold voice spoke again.
"Alright, then I'll take my leave."
Gilbert Dixon turned and left after opening the door.
Once he left.
A graceful figure stepped out from behind the screen.
The woman had a tall figure.
Wearing a cheongsam.
From her appearance, she was a stunning beauty, but her expression was quite cold, giving a sense of pushing people away.
Her figure was exceptionally alluring.
Calling her a natural cheongsam beauty wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Lush breasts, a slender waist, and long legs, her entire being exuded a charming aura.
She's the kind of woman a man would be instantly attracted to.
With her long fingers.
She picked up the paper from the table.
With just a glance, she shouted outside, "Bring Talia over."
A few minutes later.
Talia hurriedly ran inside.
"Sister Yin, did you ask for me?"
Talia asked.
The woman in the cheongsam, crossing her legs, still in a cold tone, said, "Talia, you haven't dealt a single order for the family in half a year."
Then she tapped the paper in front of her with her fingers.
She said, "This order, it's the last chance I'll give you, if you can't complete it, don't blame me for invoking family punishment, I give you three days, I want results, understand?"
"Yes, Sister Yin, I'll definitely handle it."
Talia picked up the paper from the table.
With just a glance.
She exclaimed, "Dirk Carter?"
"What? Do you know him?"
Sister Yin raised an eyebrow and asked.
Talia waved her hand repeatedly, saying, "I don't know, I don't know, just found the name special, who's the one placing the order, Sister Yin?"
Sister Yin suddenly glared at her fiercely.
She said, "Forgot The Maplewood Gang rules? We never ask the identity of the one placing the order, their request is simple, make this person lose everything, it should be easy for you, right?"
"No problem, no problem, Sister Yin, don't worry, I'll definitely complete it."
Talia said in a trembling voice.
At this moment, Dirk Carter, who was strolling down the street with Dorothy Zechariah, still didn't know that soon, he'd be swept into a major storm.
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