"Agent Sitwell, you also need a wife who embodies American values and will help your political future." Just when everyone thought the meeting was over, Hill suddenly added one more thing.
That sentence brought everyone back to the conference table.
It was not exactly a secret. Baldy had actually been married for a long time. As an Indian American who had gone abroad to study at a young age and obtained U.S. residency, he belonged to the high Brahmin caste back in India, so naturally he had a high-caste wife of matching status.
Now that he was running in the election, there was no way he could bring up that wife of his who drank Ganges water.
He had to become more American, more democratic and free. Anything that looked like a backward custom—or something americans considered backward—had to be discarded.
From the perspective of wives and family, the real estate tycoon absolutely crushed Baldy and the former president's wife.
The real estate tycoon had been married three times and had five children. That was very American, and it would be easy for voters to accept.
Baldy, on the other hand, had to make up for that weakness.
"Do you have any good candidates?" Daisy did not know much about the so-called political dynasties and rarely interacted with them. She still had to rely on the old maid's opinion in this regard.
Victoria Hand thought for a moment. "Senator Andre's daughter should be twenty-five by now. I remember she seemed to be organizing some kind of art exhibition."
"Judge Burton seems to have a younger sister. Judge Burton is hailed as an elite in the legal profession who is most likely to become a Supreme Court justice before the age of thirty-five."
"Brigadier General Bradley, who is currently commanding the