Miss President wants to talk to you

If that's the case, then things are much easier!

"So, his only reliance is the president's trust?"

"Yes."

Someone chimed in, “I really don’t know where this trust comes from. Do you think Hopkins might be the president’s… one?”

Watch your words!

Smith first loudly rebuked them for dragging the president into the matter.

Then, he changed the subject: "Let's not worry about what Eleanor's relationship with the president is, but isn't someone without connections easy to deal with?"

Meriwether's eyes lit up.

"Investigate him?"

"Do not."

Smith shook his head. "Investigations are too slow, and real investigations require evidence."

"We don't need to prove what crime he committed."

"All you need to do is convince everyone that he is someone who cannot stay in the White House."

The meeting room gradually quieted down.

The chairman stared at Smith.

"what do you mean……"

“A scandal,” Smith said.

"What scandal?"

"Sex scandal."

These words were spoken.

Faulkner's expression changed slightly.

Meriwether seemed to have finally gotten his revenge, and his whole demeanor perked up.

He's only twenty-three years old.

Smith said, "Young, unmarried, and a frequent visitor to the White House, interacting with young female staff in various departments."

Is it any wonder that someone like that has some scandalous rumors surrounding him?

The chairman did not immediately agree.

"Hopkins is not married, and even if he were to date a woman, it wouldn't necessarily ruin him."

"So she can't be an ordinary woman."

Smith calmly replied, "She must be a married woman."

The room fell silent again.

"Ideally, she should be a married woman of respectable status."

"She can't be a dancer, she can't be a prostitute, and she can't be a socialite who's already embroiled in scandals."

"She has to give people the impression at first glance that she is not the type to actively seduce men."

"A young, delicate, and respectable married woman."

"My husband is away from Washington, D.C. most of the time."

"I have to come into contact with Hopkins because of work or family matters."

With each word Smith spoke, the expressions on everyone's faces grew more serious.

They understood.

high!

Smith, you old codger, you're really something!

Chapter 94: Hopkins and His Children

A few days later, in Washington, D.C.

St. George Hotel.

A charity dinner to raise funds for unemployed women is being held in the banquet hall on the second floor.

Eleanor didn't want to come.

His schedule was already packed, and he simply didn't have time to attend any banquets.

However, the organizers of this dinner were several national-level women's associations, which wielded considerable influence.

Louise personally approved the request for him to make an appearance on behalf of the White House.

So Eleanor had no choice but to come over and give a five-minute speech.

He was standing on the podium, speaking eloquently.

"The world is changing rapidly. The Great Depression has altered our lives, and various issues are emerging, among which community rebuilding is of particular concern."

"Today, I am delighted to be here at the Community Reconstruction Charity Gala..."

The expressions of the people below changed.

Community rebuilding?

That's not right, this is a dinner to help unemployed women!

Eleanor also realized that something was wrong.

I think I read the wrong part of the script.

But he reacted quickly, without changing his expression, and found today's manuscript in his breast pocket.

"Sorry, I've been talking a lot lately, so I got confused for a moment."

He picked up the correct speech and began speaking again.

"The world is changing rapidly. The Great Depression has altered our lives, and various issues are emerging, among which women's issues are particularly noteworthy."

"Today, I am delighted to be here at the Women's Aid Charity Gala..."

The five-minute speech ended quickly.

Applause erupted, and the guests in the audience stood up.

Eleanor bowed slightly, preparing to leave.

Just then.

A woman weaved through the crowd and quickly caught up with him.

"Mr. Hopkins!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it trembled noticeably.

Eleanor stopped in her tracks.

The woman was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with her chestnut-brown hair tied up at the back of her head, and wearing a light blue long dress.

She is very pretty.

Her face was pale, her eyes were slightly red, and she looked pitiful.

Someone nearby recognized her.

Margaret Carson.

The wife of a textile factory owner.

The husband's factory has been unable to secure a bank loan, resulting in two months of unpaid wages.

In the past few days, she has been working tirelessly for the female workers in the factory.

"Mrs. Carson?"

Eleanor had seen the petition she submitted to the White House and had some recollection of it.

"What do you need me for?"

"Mr. Hopkins."

Mrs. Carson glanced around, seemingly very afraid of being overheard.

"I really have no other choice but to come to you for help."

"What exactly is it?" Eleanor asked.

"It's related to the bank."

Mrs. Carson lowered her head. "My husband's factory is applying for a new loan. All the qualifications have been approved, but now the bank is holding back the money."

"You...you even threatened me..."

Eleanor's expression turned serious.

If what Mrs. Carson said is true, then it is no small matter.

The banks have now reopened after review in order to allow society to function again.

However, if someone meets the eligibility criteria but the loan is not disbursed.

It's hard not to suspect that something fishy is going on behind the scenes.

And

“What are they threatening you about?” Eleanor asked.

"It's not convenient to say here."

Mrs. Carson glanced at the bustling banquet hall. "Mr. Hopkins, could we talk somewhere else?"