In a villa on the edge of Beverly Hills, Tiffany was urging her mother to hurry up.
"Mom, although you’re still a great beauty, today you’re eting your son-in-law, not your lover. Do you really need to spend so much ti on makeup?"
The second wife of the blond old boy, ples, used to be a second-rate actress and beauty pageant winner. Her looks combined features of both the first and third wives, making her a classic blonde beauty.
But ti ages everyone, and now, this beauty was already over fifty.
"Darling, the Dracula Family is a prominent clan on the West Coast. Attending Wolf’s event in full attire can show him that you’re not so wild girl."
Tiffany cast a helpless glance at the stylist busy serving her mother, without saying a word.
After a long while, ples got up, happily spun in front of the mirror, and then nodded in satisfaction.
She looked at her daughter and asked,
"How do I look?"
Tiffany smiled and responded,
"You look like a Christmas angel, mom, but we really have to get going."
Looking at the luxury car outside the villa and the bodyguards not losing out to the Great Commander’s special agents, ples felt a bit nervous.
"Your father quickly finalized your marriage, and my first eting with him was even at your wedding. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought this up."
Sheriff Gru’s bomb-dropping small plane shattered Wolf’s wedding. Wolf was quite pleased about it, but Tiffany apparently hadn’t co around yet.
She hadn’t adjusted to jumping from an ordinary life into the rhythm of the power gas.
However, no matter how out of touch her mother was, she could only pretend not to care.
"Actually, Grandpa and Uncle were also invited today. They might have arrived early."
Tiffany awkwardly changed the subject, hoping her mother could understand what the Dracula Family signified.
ples’ father was a real estate businessman, or rather a contractor, but he had been retired for years now, with the company being handed over to his eldest son.
"They’re going too? Why didn’t they co with us?"
ples didn’t understand what Tiffany wanted to convey.
"Our family’s company has had a big client all these years—Crusoe Real Estate, and Crusoe is actually Wolf’s subordinate."
Everyone mixes in San Rodolfo; this circle neither too big nor too small. The more Tiffany got to know Wolf, the more she realized her husband was not simple.
Actually, what she hadn’t figured out was that it’s not just Wolf who was complicated, but also the California Elephant Party.
The California Elephant Party seed to be caught in a crossfire by the California Clique’s Nanxi, but it has beco the strongest newly erged local faction of the Republican Party in Arica in the past decade.
Chief Cheng and Wolf, along with Crusoe and others, have collaborated to reorganize the old California Elephant Party, and this power is undoubtedly on the rise.
Whether Chief Cheng becos the front man, or Wolf rises to the leading position, the California Elephant Party would continue to stay in the ’ssiah Mont’ for a long, long ti.
Chief Cheng was ruthless, Wolf was wealthy, and they were both young.
"Crusoe? I know him. Isn’t he running as an independent candidate for the mayor’s position in San Rodolfo City? How did he end up as Wolf’s subordinate?"
ples asked.
"He’s the chairman of the fundraising committee, similar to the position Nanxi once held in the California Democratic Party. Very crucial."
The two won, standing at the edge of the power ga without understanding much, tried to see the truth through their shallow observations.
Crusoe couldn’t possibly be Wolf’s man, for he and Wolf both were wealthy, overlapping in their ecological niches.
And as a pivotal figure in the reorganization of the California Elephant Party, Crusoe could only lean towards the second most powerful person in the faction if he wanted to maintain independence, and that was Chief Cheng.
"Alright, you’re making a bit nervous..."
ples said, patting her chest, jokingly.
Tiffany gave a powerless smile. She didn’t want her mother to co across as too ’assertive’ when she t Wolf later, so she gave her these advance warnings.
Marrying into a wealthy family is a dream for many girls, but only after entering it does one understand the pressures faced.
Every family has its struggles, and Tiffany, she had rely caught a glimpse of hers.
The car carrying the mother and daughter stopped at the gate of Dracula Manor. Tiffany clung to her mother’s arm, reminding her of things to note later.
"Wolf doesn’t like others ntioning his father, and also, don’t ask about political matters. Oh, and it’s best not to talk about business either."
The first two ca from Tiffany’s observations of Wolf.
The latter was because Tiffany worried her family might seem too pragmatic.
"Darling, do you think I’m a fool?"
ples rolled her eyes at Tiffany, indicating she understood everything.
Isn’t it just the imbalance of marrying into a wealthy family?
Mom went through this in her youth too!
"Madam, Ms. ples, please co with ."
Wolf’s butler had been waiting at the door for a long ti. Upon seeing the hostess approach, he suppressed the mocking look in his eyes and courteously acted as the guide.
"Have my grandpa and uncle already arrived?"
"Yes, madam, Mr. Dracula is enjoying tea with them."
ples tightened her grip on her daughter’s arm. Tiffany looked over and saw her mother raising an eyebrow.
ples: "Enjoying tea," he’s such a pretender!
The Hua Country’s wealthy pretend they enjoy imported wines, like those Château Lafite from the ’80s.
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