[Chapter 330: Hillary's Fighting Power]
Linton had said, "Good. From now on, you'll be Hily."
Hillary had answered with deference, "Yes, Hily saluted her master."
Linton had leaned back and asked, "Hily, tell me -- why did you go to so much trouble to invite me to the White House? What was your scheme?"
She had looked at him earnestly and said, "Master, I was simply obsessed with you. I invited you to the White House to make a dream come true. At a deeper level, I wanted to keep a long-term intimate relationship with you."
He had raised an eyebrow. "That's all?"
"Yes," Hillary had insisted. "You couldn't imagine how much I adored you. Ever since the first time I saw you in the movie Step Up, I started imagining being with you..."
"Stop. Stop," Linton had interrupted. "Then why did you plant spies on my estate?"
"I couldn't find a way to contact you back then," she had explained. "So I had people get close to you, gather information, see if they could find a weakness or a scandal to get you to come on a date. I didn't expect you'd discover it so fast..."
"Besides that, had you done anything else that worked against me?"
"There was the time the winter thunder miracle happened at your farm. My family sent people to take part..."
Linton had cut in. "I already knew about that. You're off the hook for that. Anything else?"
Hillary had hesitated. "Oh -- Bill had planted a mole inside your company, Harvey Weinstein."
"Why would he put someone in my company?"
"He wanted to bring your company under our control, become our white glove, and prepare for later electoral maneuvers. Hollywood's cultural output was important; it could influence a lot of votes. But..."
"But what?"
"It seemed Harvey hadn't been acting right lately. He wasn't following our orders as before. Bill was planning to replace him."
Linton had thought, that made sense. After he had branded Harvey with the Soul Slave Mark, Harvey had been thoroughly under his control. If he could still betray him, something supernatural would have to be at work. He hadn't expected Bill to still be scheming to grab control of his company. If that was the case, he wouldn't hesitate to give Bill another slave mark.
Hillary had added, "I had people monitor you, gather your data. Does that count?"
"How did they collect it?"
"From public channels -- bits and pieces from everywhere, analyzed and summarized. Valuable findings were reported to me every three days."
"Every three days?" Linton had asked. "Why such a high reporting frequency?"
"Because I liked you," she had said, cheeks flushing. "I couldn't stop imagining being with you every night..."
Linton had straightened. "Do you know where you are?"
"Of course," she had said. "This is the White House."
"Then shouldn't you have been more serious?"
"Serious? What's wrong with the White House? Bill is still just as promiscuous as ever."
"How is he fooling around?"
"Well, a new intern had just arrived, Monica Lewinsky. She hadn't been here for a month, but they already fell in love."
"Monica Lewinsky?" Linton had stared. Wasn't this the heroine of the Zippergate scandal that rocked the world in his previous life?
"Yes, Monica Lewinsky, master, do you know her?"
"No, I don't. Is she beautiful?"
Hillary had snorted. "Beautiful? At best ordinary. Young, sure -- but in looks and figure she couldn't even tie my shoes."
Linton had asked, "You knew about it and didn't try to stop it?"
"Stop it? What would that do? He looked good but had no capability. Whether Lewinsky was there or not changed nothing."
"So you all just did your own thing?"
"There wasn't much we could do. He doesn't have any fighting spirit, doesn't act like a man. I hadn't felt anything for him for ages. It had been nearly half a year since we'd been... intimate."
"So you went to so much trouble to invite me here?"
"Master, I truly adore you. Can't you... I will be good. I have many talents..."
Hillary's face reddened. Her voice had grown urgent and full of longing as she looked at Linton. Seeing her striking beauty, he had felt a flicker of temptation. He had thought perhaps he should offer a bit of comfort.
In his calculations, Hillary would be useful. She is ruthless -- someone who had removed political enemies without flinching. There were a lot of enemies silenced. She had been feared and efficient, a known force in the darker circles.
Someone like her, he had reasoned, would be an excellent tool. The Douglas family was still making trouble, and aside from physical elimination, he had had few good options.
Killing them outright would be messy and would not destroy their foundations. It wouldn't destroy their legacy. If the family's assets survived and a talented scion rose up, they could come back to oppose him, which would be disgusting. He couldn't slaughter an entire family.
Putting the problem in Hillary's hands would be smarter. Let her stir things up -- the results could be better than his own direct action, and it would deflect exposure. It would be win-win.
When Linton hesitated, Hillary had turned up the charm. "Master, don't you want to conquer the mistress of the White House?"
That had lit a fire under him.
What followed over the next three hours were odd little sounds, whispers, and bright, joyful moans. ---
When the intimate encounter ended, both were breathless.
After a long while, Hillary had come to her senses, holding Linton tightly and planting a perfume-tinged kiss on him. "Thank you, darling. You were amazing."
"You weren't bad either," he had said.
"I never knew being intimate could feel so wonderful," she had sighed. "Thank you. I'm so happy."
Linton had replayed the encounter in his mind. It had been unusually intense. Hillary's appetite and stamina were not a joke; she had been inventive every step of the way. Calling her a wild mare or a fierce tigress wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Yet in front of him, no matter how fierce, she had turned into a docile lamb. Conquering her had brought him a sense of dominance he hadn't found with his other women.
What surprised him more was that during their intimacy he had sensed a surge of public attention. The popularity boost had aided his ability cultivation greatly. The spike in attention had almost rivaled that of a near-A-list actress like Jennifer Connelly.
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