"It's too late now. I've promised Henry." Bailey rejected Keith.

"You've only known each other for a few days, and we've been in love in college for years." Keith fell in love with Bailey almost at the time of his freshman enrollment and then pursued her all the way to win her heart.

"It's not scientific to measure the depth of love by the length of time. Didn't you tell me that?"

Keith and Paula, who had only met for a week, were already inseparable and kicked Bailey away. At that time, Bailey went to talk to him, and Keith threw out this sentence with great confidence, perhaps he couldn't have predicted that at some point in the future Bailey would return it to him exactly as it was.

"I know you're testing me, Bailey, and this time I won't give up so easily."

With Paula, I can get status, honor, connections. With Bailey, I can get love, emotion, happiness. Keith doesn't want to give up anything.

Bailey sneered, Keith was trying to get her to be the third. Paula is the red flag, and he himself is the colorful flag. The red flag and the colorful flag fly all over the sky, embellishing his world in a riot of colors.

Seeing that Bailey was still indifferent, Keith got anxious. "Did you end up with Henry because you were short of money?" he said shamefully. I tell you, I'm going to ruin him right away."

This is not bluffing, but Keith has his own plans.

"Henry is sick and sometimes in a wheelchair. Are you sure you can be satisfied with being with him? Don't come crying to me for help when the time is up." Keith is very vulgar in his words.

Without a word, Bailey raised his hand and slapped Keith. Before Keith came to his senses, Bailey kicked him hard in the lower body.

It was a woman's self-defense technique against a rogue, and now Keith was no different from a rogue in Bailey's eyes.

Keith felt a pain in his lower body and rolled on the ground with his crotch in his arms, his face drenched in cold sweat from the pain.

"That's it, and I won't have to run around to trouble you later."

"Bailey said coldly.

"Bailey, you don't eat the toast..." Eat the penalty drink, just wait, I... I won't stop with you."Keith gritted his teeth, scratching the lawn with his hands.

Bailey shook his hair and turned around gracefully.

The House of Morris gathering ended hastily in a subtle and unfriendly atmosphere. It was past ten o 'clock when Alvin sent Bailey back to the military district hospital.

"The young master is going to a meeting tomorrow and won't be able to come, but I can come in the morning."Alvin said to Bailey just before driving. Tomorrow is the day when Tessa will have her stent removed.

Bailey thanked Alvin and then walked into the hospital.

Early the next morning, Henry, dressed in a neat military uniform, got out of Alvin's car. He came to a certain unit of the Ascalia Military District Air Force today to honor the successful test flight of the Skyscanner fighter.

"Alvin, if there's any news from the hospital, tell me in time." Henry let the car go and, in his wheelchair, slowly made his way into the venue.

As the main person in charge of the development and manufacturing of the fighter jet, Henry's excitement was beyond words. More than a thousand days and nights, the efforts of hundreds of researchers, and billions of dollars have finally turned the first sixth-generation fighter from an idea into reality.

Now that the test flight has been successful, mass production is expected in two or three years. By then, the air defense force will be greatly strengthened.

Thinking of this, Henry smiled from the bottom of his heart.

There were already many people gathered in the venue, and they were excitedly discussing something in twos and threes. When they saw Henry coming in in a wheelchair, they all stopped talking and looked at him.

"Henry, you are full of energy and glow today." Carl saw Henry from a distance, hurriedly left the people beside him behind, and came a few steps to help Henry push the wheelchair.

"What is this? I've heard that you're leading the development of the Sea Shark submarine. It's really amazing now." Henry knew that after the successful test flight of the Skyscanner, House of Collins was under a lot of pressure and was now desperately urging the developers to come up with a result that could rival the Skyscanner as soon as possible.

"No matter how fast it is, it won't catch up with you." Carl laughed heartily.

He pushed Henry to the center and walked down himself.

The service guard in charge of the venue immediately came over, poured Henry a cup of hot tea and placed the Party newspaper that had just been published today in front of him.

Henry took a sip of tea and gently opened the newspaper.

Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to a striking headline.

"High-ranking officials' ward, a breeding ground for corruption".

In sharp strokes, the author points out that some high-ranking officials in military regions do not act in accordance with principles, abuse their power for personal gain, allow their relatives and friends to use high-ranking official wards, and the expenses incurred are borne by taxpayers, which infringes upon the legitimate rights and interests of citizens. Words of the sort.

There are also two photographs in the article, one of Henry, dressed in military uniform and in a wheelchair, and the other of the exterior of the Ascalia Military District Hospital building.

Although Henry's name is not mentioned in the article, the inclusion of this photo undoubtedly indicates to the reader that the person who approved the needle in the article is Henry.

Henry was startled and then realized that no wonder when he entered the meeting, everyone had stopped talking and looked at him. It turned out that this was not an expression of respect for him, but that they had already read today's party newspaper and were talking about him.

Henry took a close look at his photo. It has to be admitted that this photo is a good shot, and Henry's good looks and charm are well reflected. The background is the elevator in the high-ranking cadre ward of the military district hospital.

Henry looked at the author of the article - Keith.

He pondered for a moment, recalling that day after meeting Keith at the military district hospital, he was rocking his wheelchair while waiting for the elevator when he met someone and had a few words with them.

Carl.

He was facing away from the elevator because Carl had turned his wheelchair around and he was standing opposite him, talking to him.

Thinking of this, Henry looked up sharply and looked down.

Carl was sitting in the audience, with his hands over his chest, looking at him in silence, his eyes sharp and bright, like a sword.