Chapter 9 Dressed in Elegance

Harold didn't confirm or deny.
The two had different positions. Harold was deeply rooted among the people, while Jake was a former undercover DEA agent who had spent ten years infiltrating an old drug gang on the border, and had earned the second-class honor twice.
He almost lost his life on the front lines. He had excellent insight and a straightforward mind. He said bluntly, "That's not just a wild cat. It's a house cat with an owner. In the scandals of officials, it is most taboo for two men to fight over a woman. Did you make a mistake?"
Harold glanced sideways, "Are you suspecting me?"
Jake chuckled, "You can suspect others of having ulterior motives, then I can't accuse you of being swayed by appearance?"
He composed himself, "That's not the case."
Maggie became a popular TV host and paid attention to her image. She exercised, dieted, and went to bed early, making her look younger than her actual age.
At most, she was in her early twenties, and he should have controlled himself and not touched her, as it would have easily caused trouble. But before he knew it, she was already married.
Compared with many of his colleagues, Harold had smooth sailing in his career, reaching a level that not even a rocket could catch up to. He was one of the youngest government officials in the state, became a member of the standing committee, and enjoyed the treatment of a deputy minister.
Jake, as the police chief, had risked his life and was also at a similar level in his forties.
The boss gave him a stern warning to cherish his reputation.
He had to suppress desire, suppress human desires, and cultivate a demeanor that forbids intimidation.
But in the garden, a blooming and seductive red rose exposed the true colors of a man.
"As long as you didn't make a mistake, now come with me, meet Heather more, and endure a little longer. When you retire, you might as well become a priest in the church."
Jake made an ultimatum and pulled him into the city government.
He was almost sober from the alcohol, and his colleagues had come out looking for the two of them. Harold had no excuse but to return to his seat.
The sound of clinking glasses and lively conversations reached Maggie's ears. She was arguing with Matt, her face flushed, but she didn't feel cold at all.
"I will move out tomorrow. I can't go on with this, Mr. Williams. If you really have the ability, you should marry a man for your second marriage."
Matt interrupted her, "Maggie, I won't tolerate soft words. Don't blame me for playing hard with you."
She was infuriated and kicked him in the groin, but not with much force. She was afraid of seriously hurting him as she had just been interrogated by the police and was scared of getting into trouble.
The important figures in the state were gathered here, with military and police personnel providing security. If things got too noisy, it would be equivalent to being arrested on the spot.
She walked towards the revolving door, trying to get away from her clingy ex-husband. She was extremely frustrated and her head was spinning; she just wanted to go back now.
A traffic officer stopped her and asked her to show her identification.
"Identification? I registered when I entered," she was taken aback.
The traffic officer said that they couldn't temporarily verify the registration form and they were following instructions from higher authorities, asking for identification.
She stared at the Rolls-Royce parked by the side of the road. The driver had closed the windows and was dozing off inside.
After the divorce, they hadn't split their belongings yet, and their identification documents were placed together in Matt's briefcase when they entered.
Helplessly, she turned back to B Hall and happened to run into Matt's secretary, Linda.
"Mrs. Williams, why didn't you accompany Mr. Williams to the banquet?"
Maggie was afraid of running into him again and grabbed onto Linda, "Linda, give me your boss's bag."
Linda was confused, "The bag is not with me."
She raised her voice, "Then go find it."
In the eyes of the employees at Sterling Holdings, Maggie was known to be gentle and obedient, always speaking in a soft and gentle voice.
But at this moment, she was too anxious and her voice cracked.
Linda gave her a concerned look and said, "Madam, you seem to be sick."
She didn't pay attention and urged Linda to quickly go find it. In the corner, there was a broken mirror that hadn't been cleaned up yet, reflecting her face.
Flushed, her forehead, the back of her ears, but her lips turned pale. This time, without the ecstasy of drugs, after being amused, frozen, enraged, she was truly running a fever...
Maggie finally obtained her check-in information. There were now seven or eight people standing at the revolving door, except for two officials from the prosecutor's office, dressed in black suits with red ties, and wearing national emblems on their left breasts.
The rest of them were all wearing black administrative jackets, carrying briefcases, and the place was filled with an indescribable solemn and oppressive atmosphere.
Maggie's palms were sweaty, and she instinctively slowed her pace, wanting to let them go first.
But Harold stood out, most officials didn't care about their physique management, or they had aged and gained weight, and lost their hair.
He had a tall stature, a straight posture, thick and black hair, and a very masculine look on his face, carrying a smile as he shook hands and chatted with people, saying goodbye.
Leo whispered something to him, and the man's expression didn't change much, but his gaze briefly flickered over to her, seemingly implied but uncertain.
The traffic officer walked straight towards Maggie and said, "Ma'am, your check-in information."
She handed it over, and the traffic officer checked it against her person, but didn't return it, saying to wait a moment.
"Why? I'm in a hurry."
"Please cooperate with us."
Maggie grew suspicious, watching the auxiliary police officer's retreating figure, wondering if it might be that leader named Harold, and suspecting her of having ulterior motives.
After the interrogation, she figured they wouldn't abuse their power to harass innocent people and dismissed the thought, only to witness her own identification being hidden in Harold's hand...