Landa had always been seeking her own "advancement," and Ms. Tracy knew that very well.
This also made her realize even more clearly that if she truly intended to use a woman to win Lin Qi over, she had to choose someone she could control and who was related to her by blood.
Otherwise, "outsiders" would gradually drift farther and farther away from her in the end. Only family members would support one another.
The aunt she had mentioned was her father's cousin. She was only in her forties and had two daughters. The younger daughter seemed to be in her second year of high school.
They had met once during the New Year celebrations last year.
Everyone in the family found it unbelievable that Ms. Tracy had become governor. What followed immediately was an assortment of attempts to become familiar with her, or hopes of finding opportunities through her connections.
The Federals had never lacked opportunists and social climbers. In every world and every culture, those two types of people existed.
Ms. Tracy had given some of her projects to her family, but she had kept a close eye on them. Although they had made some money, they absolutely did not dare cut corners on those projects.
Now that she thought about it, it was time for these people to pay a price as well.
They shouldn't keep saying, "Be sure to tell me whenever you need my help." Nice words were useless. When it was time to contribute, they had to contribute! The old man knew what Ms. Tracy was thinking, and he agreed with her.
Sometimes, one successful act of speculation—or investment—could put a family, or even an entire clan, on the fast track to development! The scraps that leaked through the gaps between Lin Qi's fingers