Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 258

Chapter 258: First O

Chapter 258: First Official Address as Prime Ministerial candidate

In a quiet house near Chelsea Old Church, Savannah Chandler stirred awake from her afternoon nap. The councillor of The Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea had grown accustomed to these moments of stillness. Politics had once consumed her, but now, in her later years, life often felt more like a gentle drift toward retirement.

Savannah’s journey had not begun in politics. She was once a schoolteacher, content with a quieter path. But after her father’s death, the party had pressed her to stand for his vacant council seat. Reluctantly, she joined politics and couldn’t leave. Her father’s reputation for honesty and his deep bond with the community carried her through election after election. She was his only child, and with his passing, all his legacy... both political and personal... had passed into her hands.

Over time, Savannah had carved her own popularity. Even when she had once thought of stepping down, her voters refused to let her go. She remained, the familiar face of the borough, even though the rival party always dominated national contests in her constituency.

Her private life, however, had grown quieter. Widowed young, she had raised her two children largely on her own. Her son, now a Major in the Army, had a family of his own. Her daughter had married an American Businessman and settled in Hawthorne, California. These days, the house often felt too big for one woman and her memories.

The shrill buzz of her mobile phone shattered the drowsy calm. She blinked, pushed her glasses onto her nose, and reached for the device on the side table. The call had been going for some time; it must have been what dragged her from sleep.

The screen lit up with a familiar name. Her daughter.

Savannah swiped to answer. Her voice was still heavy with sleep, threaded with sudden worry. "Hello, sweetie... has something happened? You’re calling this early."

On the other end came a light laugh. "No, Mom. It’s already past eight here. We’ve been up for hours."

Savannah exhaled, the tension easing from her shoulders. "Oh, good. Everything’s all right then. You usually don’t call me in the morning. So... what’s up?"

happen. Have you heard of a company

rubbing at her temple as she searched her memory. "No... I don’t recall

"Unlike the others, they never went public. So, no one really knows their value. But in rich circles, it’s believed the owner is secretly among the top ten richest people in the world. They live in the shadows. The point is... your son-in-law applied last month to

Savannah prompted, sensing where

her daughter continued, voice trembling slightly, "a representative from Orionix came to


"That is good news.

originally for five hundred million dollars over five years. But Orionix has

chair, her pulse quickening. "Why on earth would they

was a pause, then her daughter said in a lower voice, "They want you to run for the House of Commons in the upcoming election. The hundred million, they said, would also serve

would they want that? I’m just a councillor. This area has never been favourable for our party at the national level.

representative was clear. Orionix will give us a two-hundred-million contract for one year regardless. If you win, they’ll extend it for

ask what they want from me if I win the election? Such a vast amount... I am

hesitated. "He said they don’t want anything specific from you.

telling me this envoy was sent

said it was irrelevant for us to know. That we should only concern

We already have a candidate here. Yes, he’s lost the last two elections, but his influence in the local

that really be so terrible? But if you win, our company will be secure... powerful even. With such a contract, we could move to the stock market. Please, Mom, do this for me... for your grandchildren. It’s just one more election. You’ve fought them before. I’ll cover the funds. And besides... if the party is willing to spend a hundred million on you, surely they have a plan for your victory. That’s not a small

silent for a long time, weighing her daughter’s plea against her instincts. Finally, she exhaled slowly. "Very well. I’ll do it. I never made money from politics anyway... if anything, I spent much of what Father left me. If becoming an MP helps you,

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