[Chapter 540: Hillary: Please Give Me a Child]
That evening at the Four Seasons Hotel, Linton reunited with Hillary after more than two months apart.
Hillary had clearly prepared carefully for this meeting. Her golden, shoulder-length hair framed a lightly made-up face, and her sleek blue dress accentuated her tall, alluring figure in a way that was irresistibly sexy.
Thanks to the recent launch of the Vitality and Beauty Pills, Linton had fewer reservations and had increased her supply his essense not long ago. Nourished by this abundant essence, she looked significantly younger, radiating a youthful glow like a stunning woman in her early thirties.
Perhaps the long separation had stirred strong emotions because when Hillary saw Linton, she was visibly excited.
...
After an intense, passionate encounter, Hillary relaxed against Linton, tracing soft circles along his chest with her delicate fingers. "Master, I have a request. Please promise me."
"What is it? Speak," he said, intrigued.
"I want you to give me a child. Is that okay?" Her expression grew serious as she said this.
"A child? Do you think that's a good idea?" Linton was stunned; this was beyond anything he had imagined.
"Master, I've thought it through carefully. It's absolutely necessary."
"Tell me your reasons."
"I only have one daughter, Chelsea. She's sixteen now -- well-behaved, yes, but she lacks the capability to carry the family legacy. I worry she won't just fail to expand our family's fortune; she may even struggle to hold onto it. Do you know how much wealth the Clinton family has now?" Hillary's tone was earnest.
"No, I haven't given it much thought. Is it a lot?"
"Of course. Since Bill became the commander-in-chief, the family's assets exploded. In just two years, our wealth soared from a few hundred million to over a billion dollars. But the three biggest financial windfalls have all been connected to you."
"To me?"
"Yes. The first was our alliance against the Douglas family. From that move, I acquired 32% of The New York Times, one of America's three major newspapers, and now fully control it. The Times is valued at $4 billion, and just the stock alone is worth $1.28 billion."
"I forgot about that. Your gain was impressive."
"The second was when we took on the Bronfman family. That operation yielded vast returns too. You gave me $400 million in cash and 30% ownership of the Seagram Liquor Group. Though not publicly traded, Seagram's profit last year was about $1.5 billion, making that stake worth at least $6 billion."
"That I knew. And the third?"
"The third is your Vitality Pills."
"You mean you made big money from that too?"
"Yes. Since the pill's launch three months ago, Bill has been receiving 25 additional bottles monthly, which sell out every two or three days, never below the retail price you set in your stores. All proceeds filtered through overseas accounts, netting us over $200 million a month in extra income. As long as he stays in office and your five-person alliance holds, this income will continue for at least four more years."
"By the way, are you sure about the elections? There won't be any surprises, right?"
"Absolutely. You don't need to worry. Look at the economy, the government's shrinking deficit, and the latest polls -- his approval rating is over 75%. The opposition party has no chance."
"So, your and Bill's fortunes are enormous now?"
"Yes, I roughly estimate our actual family wealth exceeds $10 billion. Plus, we control two major corporations, and it's still growing rapidly. With such an empire and our political connections, there's no way to let it disappear without an heir."
"Isn't Chelsea enough?"
"She's sixteen. We've seen her talents and abilities clearly by now. As an ordinary elite, she's fine. But to command this vast fortune? I have no confidence. More importantly, she lacks political talent. We can't risk our political legacy dying with her."
"I think you yourself have a real knack for politics. These resources can thrive in your hands."
"That's my plan. These next years, I'll use my role as First Lady to build political prestige. Now that I control The New York Times and have a mansion in New York, by 1999 I'll move there long-term, gaining eligibility to run. In 2000, when Bill steps down, I'll run for senator to maintain influence on the highest political stage. After accruing enough clout, I'll aim for the 2008 presidency. Do you think my plan is viable?"
Damn, this was exactly the political path Hillary took in her past life. It was impressive -- planning so far ahead, setting such ambitious life goals. Calling her a shrewd, far-sighted powerhouse seemed almost an understatement.
"Of course. It's an excellent plan."
"Will you help me?"
Hillary was undeniably Linton's best strategic partner politically. Their past collaborations against the Douglas and Bronfman families proved her capability and ruthlessness -- a perfect politician. Best of all, with the slave imprint he'd placed on her, she was devoted and loyal, with no fear of betrayal.
If she rose in the political arena as planned, aided by him, becoming the country's first female commander-in-chief would be within reach. That success would also hugely benefit him.
Frankly, the identity of the commander-in-chief didn't matter much by itself since it was so crucial that whoever held the office would be branded with his slave mark, becoming his loyal servant.
But Hillary had been with him for years -- she suited his tastes and had absorbed his vital essence, making her practically one of his own. Helping her felt right.
There was an even bigger factor: his cultivation relied on the popularity. The entertainment world's celebrities were the best sources.
What if political success could unlock even greater fame? If Hillary became America's first female commander-in-chief, could her star power eclipse all other entertainers?
After all, America was the world's only superpower. The commander-in-chief naturally attracted global attention; every move influenced millions.
If this worked, Linton really stood to gain. The president's fame could fuel his cultivation, making higher breakthroughs more than a dream.
He gently stroked Hillary's hair. "Of course, you're my slave. If I don't help you, then who will? Besides, if you become commander-in-chief, it will massively benefit me too."
"That's wonderful! With your help, I'm confident I can achieve my goals. No obstacle will stand in our way." Hillary smirked, always the fierce one -- rather than tackle problems, she preferred to eliminate them entirely. Somehow, Linton found this ruthlessness oddly appealing.
"Well then, I wish you success in becoming commander-in-chief ahead of time."
"Oh, just thinking about it excites me! Master, please indulge your slave."
The passionate game resumed, accompanied by lively music and laughter.
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Two hours later, after the intensity subsided, Hillary remained softened against Linton.
"Master, we haven't finished our conversation. I truly want to have your child."
"You said you worry Chelsea can't manage the family fortune. Why don't you and Bill just have another child?"
"Ah, that's complicated. To be honest, he lost his ability to father children some time ago."
"Wait, you mean Chelsea isn't Bill's biological daughter?" Linton recalled past rumors; he hadn't expected them to be true.
"Yes. He had a disease before we met that caused infertility. We only realized it after marriage. But for the sake of appearances, you know how politics works -- some things we can never make public. Since I wanted a child and he was incapable, when I was younger, I became involved with a colleague from the law firm. That's how Chelsea was conceived."
"And he didn't oppose this?"
"How could he? He was powerless. There was no way he'd allow me to be childless. Reluctantly, he accepted it."
"So, if you want another child, would he agree?"
"Even if he doesn't, what can he do?"
"Think carefully. Bill is current commander-in-chief. If this causes a major family rift, it could be very damaging politically."
"Fine, I'll try to convince him. But if you agree, he won't object."
"Why are you so sure?"
"Because like me, he knows Chelsea alone can't guarantee the family's future. It's a reality we both must face. We can't just watch the family fade away. If I have another child, it must be with someone of exceptional genes. And among all of America, who compares to you?
More importantly, I don't know what spell you cast on me, but I love you loyally and obey you willingly. I believe he's under the same enchantment -- like me, blindly devoted to you."
"Wait, you think I cast spells on both you and him?"
"Yes, but I'm happy with it. Without your magic, how could I have your favor, regain such youth and beauty, or lie so blissfully in your arms now?"
"Oh, is that how you see it?"
"Of course, Master. I'm forever your slave. Please don't ever ignore me."
"And Bill?"
"I don't know. Maybe he's unaware, or he hasn't given it thought. But from what I observe, anything related to you, he automatically aligns with your interests and decisions. That's why I'm suspicious."
Hillary was undeniably sharp. Despite her slave mark, she maintained independent thought -- rare, practically a prodigy. Linton wondered if Bill matched that level.
"Have you told him this?"
"Why would I, Master? I'm your slave now, and everything must follow your will."
"Continue."
"So, I believe if he knew that I had the honor of bearing your child, he'd be happy."
"Happy?"
"Of course. A child with your superior genes would secure the family's future beyond worry. And since he is your most loyal servant, I think he'd have no reason to be unhappy."
"But there's an issue: if I father a child with you, wouldn't that mean my bloodline will be lost?"
"Lost?"
"It means I wouldn't raise this child personally. He wouldn't call me father and wouldn't belong to me at birth. No matter how you look at it, I'd lose out."
Hearing this only strengthened Hillary's resolve. Since Linton valued his descendants so much, any child she bore with him would surely receive his love and support.
Her eyes gleamed as she continued, "Master, how can you lose? My child would have noble status and inherit vast wealth and powerful political resources, truly a born winner. I'll personally raise the child. With our exceptional genes, he'll grow into someone as brilliant as you, renowned worldwide.
Compared to your other beautiful angels' children, this one's achievements will match or surpass. Who knows? Forty years from now, maybe he'll become commander-in-chief himself.
As for your relationship with him, that's easy to fix. If you like, when the child is born, I can have him call you godfather. That way, you'll maintain a lasting fatherly bond.
Plus, if you wish, I can arrange for him to spend part of every year at your farm, growing up alongside his siblings. You could teach him yourself, building that family affection."
Hillary's heartfelt logic swayed Linton deeply. Though he didn't commit immediately, the idea had merit.
"Well, this is too sudden and involves too many things. I need time to evaluate. Meanwhile, you should prepare to discuss this thoroughly with Bill. If you two reach agreement, let's revisit the topic next month."
"Thank you, Master. Wait for good news from me next month -- I'll be waiting for yours too." Seeing that he didn't outright reject her, Hillary's heart soared.
She seized the moment to propose another idea. "Master, I want to buy a mansion in Los Angeles. Is that okay?"
"Sure. But will you have time to stay often?"
"It would mainly be a vacation home. Every time I come to LA to see you, sneaking into hotels feels too insecure. If we had a place of our own, we'd be free, unrestrained. We could relax completely -- even when making love. I'm sure our time together would be even more wonderful."
"Alright, if it makes you happy. But even if you buy the mansion, our relationship must remain secret. Our meetings will still be on my terms."
"Of course. I've always been your obedient slave. But can we meet once a month again? Two months apart is too long -- I can't stand it."
"That's doable. If nothing unusual happens, come once every month."
"Thank you, Master. Your slave loves you to death."
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