Gladiator

In the courtyard, Lin Qi saw Ms. Tracy wearing a thick fur coat. She looked like a huge snow-white snowball.

That outfit certainly wasn't cheap. Lin Qi had seen similar ones before, and they cost around seventeen or eighteen thousand dollars. They weren't something ordinary people could afford.

The upper echelons of the Women's Rights Protection Association were all very wealthy, and every one of them had considerable political connections behind them. People who formed organizations and movements in the Federation were never simple.

Still, there were always fools willing to believe them and, under their "persuasion," regard these things as the goals they would strive toward for the rest of their lives.

Regardless of what these people thought, Lin Qi firmly refused to believe them.

"Lin Qi!"

The moment Lin Qi appeared, Ms. Tracy saw him as well. She called out his name in delighted surprise and strode toward him.

Unlike other people, Ms. Tracy didn't call him "Mr. Lin Qi." That was her privilege. Her eyes were filled with admiration.

In just two short years, Lin Qi's business had developed tremendously. Even now, Ms. Tracy found it somewhat... unbelievable that he had accomplished all of it by himself.

If she hadn't known about Lin Qi's identity and background, she would have suspected that he was the next-generation leader being pushed into the spotlight by some capitalist.

It was precisely because she knew about Lin Qi's identity and background that his development was truly so surprising.

Standing at the doorway, Lin Qi took the initiative to meet her. "Ms. Tracy, I'm very glad you could visit. The last time I went to York State, they said you were away on official business. It's a shame we weren't able to meet."

Ms. Tracy shook Lin Qi's hand and then released