Chapter 49 Rear-end Collision

The corridors of the office building were covered with red carpets, elegantly and luxuriously furnished, not overly ostentatious.
Harold didn't like idle chatter, so he took out half a pack of cigarettes and found a quiet place for. Most of the colleagues and officials working in the office for a long time were either overweight, getting older, or had some underlying health problems, and their expressions were not good. Only he had well-defined lips and nostrils, a broad figure, and an imposing aura.
There was a gender imbalance in the government, in the Municipal Party Committee office, where female subordinates were mostly concentrated in the logistics department, ranging in age from just graduated graduate students to their early thirties.
The list of logistics personnel responsible for cleaning his office used to see frequent changes, just to admire the image and temperament of this excellent Secretary.
Beatrice came out of the elevator, holding two documents in her hand, and went straight to him. "Secretary, the Governor's schedule has been finalized and needs your signature."
With a cigarette in his mouth, Harold took the documents and said, "Pen."
He carefully read through them, and at the same time that Beatrice handed him the pen, she handed him the second document.
It was a report on the investigation of the case in State X, Governor Dominic of State X embezzled a huge amount of poverty alleviation funds and project funds, and used his position to buy and sell official positions. The criminal police searched for houses under his name. Two hundred kilograms of neatly arranged gold bars were placed in the vault.
The origin of the millions of dollars in assets had yet to be determined, and Dominic was still on the run. The state government was taking this matter seriously, with the president issuing instructions. The report had been submitted to the municipal committee and the city government.
"I will have a meeting right away," Harold wrote with a strong and elegant handwriting. "These two cases should be processed urgently and sent to the Governor's office."
Beatrice was standing still. "Your phone has been ringing in the office..."
Harold stopped him. Flores, the second in command at Radiant City, leaned out of the conference room, showing a friendly gesture towards him. He spoke about a material issue regarding the report from the municipal government to the Havendport department.
The level of implementation of the superior's inspection work was often not based on actual results, but on solid materials.
Since it fell within his administrative jurisdiction, Harold had to pay attention to it and stubbed out his cigarette before entering the meeting room.
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Ophelia found out that Maggie was taking sick leave today and invited her to have Japanese food. The restaurant was popular but a bit far, near the West Suburb Park.
She drove the "unused" BMW in the garage.
The club was private and had dim lighting. Ophelia handed her a business card. "Member of the Adams Group's board of directors. He's having a grand 60th birthday banquet, and if you have time and the TV station doesn't investigate too strictly, I'll recommend you as the host."
Maggie adjusted the incense burner on the table. "When is it?"
"On May 1st."
Being an international holiday, all units would be off, and the TV station was no exception. In her heart, Maggie had a vague plan, but she lacked enthusiasm and didn't say a word.
Ophelia touched her forehead. "Still feverish? Why aren't you actively pursuing money anymore?"
The waiter opened the sliding door, bringing in a rich assortment of sashimi platters. Maggie waited for the private room door to close before pausing for a few seconds. "I might have plans during my vacation."
Ophelia detected the lack of confidence in her tone. "Are these plans related to the man? Are you in love?"
Maggie neither admitted nor denied it, she just smiled and handed her a glass of sour plum soup. "I'll let you know in advance if I don't have any plans."
Women understand each other. Ophelia felt that she was serious about this relationship. "Then take some time to think about it. The reward will only increase, not decrease."
As the dinner was coming to an end, Ophelia received a call from the nanny, saying that Molly was having a seafood allergy-induced vomiting.
Her child was her life, and she couldn't afford to procrastinate.
After parting ways with Ophelia, Maggie drove out of the parking lot in a normal and steady manner.
Suddenly, a Rolls-Royce came sliding down the slope with great momentum, chasing after her and crashing into the back of her car, shattering the tail lights.
The other driver was aggressive and stuck his head out of the window, cursing. "Why didn't you hit the brakes, you idiot! Do you think this road belongs to your family?"
Maggie's whole body jerked forward, her upper body forcefully hitting the back of the driver's seat, causing a dull pain in her chest.
She turned around and looked, her pupils shrinking. In the passenger seat of the Rolls-Royce was Matt, dressed in a linen shirt as white as snow, looking the man-about-town.
Fated enemies, their gazes met across the distance, and it was clear that Matt recognized her. The memories of his recent unjust week in prison were still fresh in his mind, and he was the first to alight from the car, pounding on the window desperately. "Maggie, come out!"
Reluctantly, she unlocked the car door, clutching her sweaty phone in her palm, feeling nervous and uncertain.
Every time Matt saw her, his emotions seemed to be on edge.
Under the strict watch of Mrs. Williams, his visits to the local bar to release his desires were becoming less frequent. After holding it in for too long, his time, he had gone a bit wild.
After taking a few pills of ecstasy, the effects had yet to wear off, making his temper flare up. With hands on his hips, he circled around the BMW, and with even greater force, he kicked the car door. "You've become more and more wealthy! Where are you living now?"
"What's it to you?" Maggie regained her composure, honking the car horn, drawing the attention of the security guards.
"Sir, please handle the accident first before causing a scene," one of the guards intervened.
Unrestrained, Matt continued, "You don't know anything. My ex-wife is inside, sleeping with some other man while we were still married, and I can't—"
"Watch your mouth!" Maggie forcefully pushed open the car door. Matt didn't have time to move back and fell backward into a puddle on the road. "I have called the police. You rear-ended my car, and you are responsible."
Around 8 o'clock in the evening, Maggie stood at the entrance of the traffic police station when she received a call from Harold.
"Where are you?"
Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Oberlin Road, I crashed your car."
Harold paused in his paperwork, his actions coming to a halt. "Is it serious?"
Maggie took a deep breath. "A bit. One of the headlights exploded, and the rear bumper is broken..."
"I meant you."
"No injuries."
Harold stood up, taking off his coat from the back of his chair. His aura was strong and fierce as he walked out of the office. "Wait for me"
Matt's license plate was at the traffic police station, with special registration notes due to several previous accidents. The driver settled the fines and penalties, and Matt had never shown up. Avoiding him, Maggie stood in front of the brightly lit police station.
The traffic police officers who passed by were all dressed in uniform. Having drugs, Matt didn't dare to cause further trouble here, but his gaze darkly fixed on her.
Maggie stood there for half an hour, feeling sore in her back and waist, until a black Audi parked by the entrance, rolling down the window.
Harold leaned half of his body out, the neon lights projecting onto his resolute and dignified face, calm yet sharp.
Her anxious heart settled, and she walked toward him, getting into the car. "The car has been sent for repairs."
Harold's mind was not on the car. "You aren't hurt?"
"No." The man's face turned serious as he pinched her wrist, then her waist, and then her thigh and buttocks. Maggie, who had been burdened with many worries, couldn't hold it back and smiled, "It tickles."
"Can you drive or not?"
She nodded. "I can."