Miss President wants to talk to you

The other person's waist was bulging, clearly indicating that they were carrying the truth.

There is an old saying in the East: "Those who understand the times are the heroes."

Let's cooperate with them for now.

The man on the left stepped aside to make way for him.

"please."

A black sedan was parked downstairs at the hotel.

The car body was polished to a shine, standing out starkly against the dusty streets of the metropolis.

Passersby couldn't help but turn their heads.

Eleanor got into the back seat, where two men in suits sat, one driving and the other in the passenger seat.

No one spoke. The engine started, and the Ford smoothly drove out of the metropolitan streets and headed north.

The scenery outside the car window gradually changed from the gray city streets to the open countryside.

Most people would definitely suspect they've been kidnapped.

But Eleanor didn't think that way.

Firstly, he is currently very poor; his entire fortune cannot even cover the cost of gas for the round trip.

Secondly, he sensed it.

The entity that brings him negative emotions is getting closer and closer to him.

The road gradually became remote, eventually turning onto a private driveway.

Tall oak trees line both sides of the driveway, their canopies forming a long, arched arcade overhead.

Then, the manor appeared.

It was a huge Georgian-style mansion with green vines climbing its red brick walls.

The estate is surrounded by neatly manicured lawns and flowerbeds.

It's almost a completely different world from the gloomy city I knew before.

The car stopped in front of the main entrance, where a housekeeper in a long black dress was already waiting on the steps.

She was in her thirties, blonde with blue eyes, and had a voluptuous figure.

It perfectly aligns with the aesthetics of this era in every aspect, untouched by the contamination of later generations' correct values.

She stood ramrod straight and bowed slightly when she saw Eleanor get out of the car.

"Mr. Hopkins."

The housekeeper said, "Please come with me, Madam is already waiting for you."

lady?

Which lady?

Eleanor tried hard to search her memory, but couldn't recall any wealthy woman the original owner knew.

Filled with doubt, he followed the butler through the foyer.

Several oil portrait paintings hang on the wall, mostly depicting women dressed in clothing from different eras.

Eleanor noticed a recent portrait hanging in a prominent position in the hall.

The painting depicts a beautiful young woman with silver-white hair styled in an updo, her smile radiating hope and confidence.

Eleanor felt that face looked familiar.

But I couldn't remember where I had seen it before.

They walked through the long corridor, past the study, and finally came to a door.

The housekeeper knocked on the door, and a young girl's voice came from inside:

"Please come in."

The sound wasn't loud, but it sounded a bit tense.

It's right behind the door!

That feeling became clearer and clearer.

The person who brings him negative emotions is right behind the door!

The butler opened the door, and Eleanor went inside.

Years later, he would still often think of this scene.

Behind the door was a spacious living room, with the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows only half-drawn.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and a wheelchair was parked by the window.

A girl is sitting in a wheelchair.

She looked to be about eighteen years old, or maybe even younger.

She had delicate features, and her long, silvery-white hair was simply tied back, with a few stray strands falling beside her pale cheeks.

Her hands were on the armrests of the wheelchair, and a camel-colored cashmere blanket was covering her knees.

The girl looked up and gazed in their direction.

For a fleeting moment, Eleanor was lost in thought as their eyes met.

The negative emotions that had been lingering in his heart since he transmigrated began to stir violently at this moment.

This feeling is so strange.

The girl's innermost emotions were laid bare before Elinor.

He could sense her.

It's like she can sense him.

It was at this point that the systematic thinking came to an end.

The words appeared before Elino's eyes.

[Best Development Plan:]

Become an advisor to young Rosef, help her impersonate her deceased mother, become the president of the Federation, and save and transform the country!

Ok?

Chapter Two: Miss Rosef Just Wants to Escape

Does Miss Rosef's mother refer to the president-elect, Ms. Rosef?

She's dead!?

Eleanor struggled to process the news.

He realized that his understanding of the world was still insufficient.

Before this, he had simply assumed that Ms. Rosef was President Roosevelt's parallel counterpart in a different world.

It's just a difference in gender.

But now it seems that this is not the case; their fates are completely different.

In real history, Roosevelt did indeed survive an assassination attempt.

Just one month before he took office as president, on February 15.

He was sitting in the back seat of a convertible when an unemployed worker pulled out a gun, rushed up, and started firing wildly.

Roosevelt ducked to avoid the gunshot and was unharmed.

However, the Chicago mayor, who was slow to react, was shot and fell to the ground, later dying from his injuries.

It's clear that God also voted for Roosevelt.

Eleanor had assumed that Ms. Rosef in this world would also escape unscathed.

But she actually died.

What about the federal government?

The thought had just flashed through Eleanor's mind.

The girl in the wheelchair had already spoken.

"Mr. Hopkins, it's a pleasure to meet you."

She gestured to the sofa next to her, "Please don't be shy, sit down and let's talk!"

Eleanor sat down on the sofa.

"Hold on."

The girl said something, then turned her wheelchair around to face Eleanor.

Behind them, the housekeeper saw this scene and felt utterly hopeless.

destroyed.

The carefully crafted first impression has been completely ruined!

After turning the wheelchair around, the girl gently placed her hands in front of her knees, regaining her dignified demeanor.

"You must have recognized me already. That's right! I am Franklin Rosef, the next president-elect of the Federation."

"I hope that inviting you here has not caused you any trouble."

Eleanor looked at the girl.

She sat by the window, the morning light filtering through the half-open curtains and falling on her shoulders, making her long, silvery-white hair seem to shimmer.

This face is almost identical to the woman in the portrait in the hall.

Although this young lady is trying very hard to act.