Miss President wants to talk to you

They were also the people that Ms. Rosef truly wanted to protect during her lifetime.

……

Time quickly passed to the next day.

Whether Miss Rosef likes it or not, she is about to make her first public appearance.

The black car left the manor and headed towards the metropolis.

In the back seat, Rosef kept encouraging herself quietly, trying to mentally prepare herself.

"Go for it, little Franklin, you can do it..."

Eleanor sat next to her.

"Don't worry, Miss Rosef, those people will definitely not make things difficult for you."

"really?"

Rosef couldn't quite believe it.

Yesterday, she heard Eleanor say that what she should be seeing now, more than politicians and bankers, are the people who have lost their savings.

Rosef was a little frightened at that moment.

The recent newspapers have been reporting very alarming stories, with frequent reports of riots and violence breaking out in places because people can't withdraw their money.

Rosef was very worried about what would happen if she encountered that situation.

Keep in mind that she has only just started training to walk, and hasn't even started training to run yet.

If we get surrounded, we won't even be able to escape.

Why would you need to run for your life?

After hearing Rosef's concerns, Elinor shook his head and said.

"Believe me, you are their last hope now. They would rather die themselves than let you get hurt."

Last hope?

Rosef murmured the word.

At this moment, she cannot yet grasp the weight of this word.

This is precisely why Elinor wanted to bring Rosef along to connect with the masses.

Today's appearance is of great significance.

This will have a profound impact on what kind of president Miss Roseve will become.

Chapter Twelve: I'll help you get your money back

Eleanor gazed at the receding street scene outside the car window, her mind racing with thoughts.

If she chooses to side with the banker.

So perhaps the future Rosef will become another Hoffer.

If she chooses to stand on the side of the people.

Therefore, she will face hostility from the entire financial world in the future.

The carriage was very quiet.

Rosef sat beside her, her hands neatly placed on her knees.

At this moment, she could not be described as calm and composed, but she was certainly terrified.

"Eleanor".

"Ok?"

"Is it too late to go back now?"

Eleanor sighed.

really.

This hamster has started again.

"It's too late."

"why?"

"Because we've arrived."

Rosef's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Looking ahead through the car window, we could already see our destination.

First Federal Savings Bank

Hundreds of people lined up in front of the bank, with the queue stretching all the way to the street corner.

"A lot of people..."

Rosef was dumbfounded.

She originally thought there would only be a few dozen people, but the number far exceeded her expectations.

Arguments could be heard coming from afar.

Some people waved their bankbooks in agitation, some were stopped by the police outside the cordon, and others were holding children who were crying incessantly.

It was complete chaos.

The police officers, sweating profusely while maintaining order, paid no attention to the inconspicuous car.

The car slowly came to a stop on the side of the road.

"Let's get off the bus."

Eleanor reached out and grabbed the car door handle.

Rosef instinctively grabbed her arm.

"Wait a moment!"

She swallowed hard and said, "What should I say after I get off the bus?"

"Nothing needs to be said."

Eleanor smiled. "They'll naturally have endless things to say; you just need to listen!"

After saying that, he opened the car door.

The noisy voices suddenly became clearer.

Eleanor got out of the car, turned around, and reached out his hand to her.

“Come on, Miss Rosef.”

Rosef sighed resignedly, letting Eleanor lead her carefully out of the car.

No one noticed her for the time being.

This made Rosef breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Plainclothes special agents were on guard around her to ensure her safety.

However, soon after, a man in the queue inadvertently turned his head.

He froze for a moment.

"and many more……"

He rubbed his eyes and realized he hadn't misread it.

"Ms. Rosef? It really is Ms. Rosef!"

Others were also drawn by the shouts and came to look.

Then they saw Rosef standing quietly to the side.

The crowd immediately stirred.

They stopped queuing and rushed over all at once.

The police quickly intervened.

"Don't crowd!"

"Back off!"

"Keep order!"

Rosef stared blankly at these people.

A well-dressed businessman, a housewife with a worried look, a worker in overalls...

Everyone was shouting for her at that moment.

"Ms. Rosef!"

"I voted for you! My whole family voted for you!"

"I'm so glad you're alright!"

them……

Are they all supporters of mothers?

To be fair, Rosef is not very good at handling the current situation.

Since losing her ability to walk, she has kept herself locked in her room.

In the past ten years, she has met more people than she has seen at this moment.

However, for some reason...

Perhaps they sensed the enthusiasm of the crowd.

Rosef's initial unease subsided at this moment.

She even waved to the crowd, almost as if possessed.