My Milf Conqueror System novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96: The Kingmaker’s Court

Monday, 11:55 AM. The Hart Senate Office Building.

The halls of the Senate office building were a monument to American power. High marble ceilings, polished granite floors, and heavy mahogany doors bearing the names of the men and women who ruled the country. The air smelled of expensive cologne, floor wax, and quiet desperation.

I walked through the corridors alone, wearing a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. The [Silicon Ghost] skill had easily bypassed the Capitol Police background checks at the entrance, masking my true identity and presenting me as Julian Vance, a registered foreign lobbyist.

I reached Room 214. The gold plaque on the door read: MARGARET HALE. SENIOR SENATOR, NEW YORK.

I pushed the door open and stepped into the reception area. It was bustling with young, terrified-looking staffers answering phones and typing frantically.

A sharp-eyed receptionist looked up at me. "Can I help you?"

"Jake Hart," I said smoothly. "The Senator is expecting me."

The receptionist’s eyes widened slightly. She had clearly been briefed on my arrival. She stood up immediately, bypassing the intercom, and walked over to the heavy double doors leading to the inner sanctum. She opened one of the doors and gestured for me to enter.

I stepped inside, and the heavy door clicked shut behind me, cutting off the noise of the reception area.

Senator Hale’s office was massive, designed specifically to intimidate. The walls were lined with leather-bound books and framed photographs of Hale shaking hands with Presidents and foreign dignitaries. A massive American flag stood in the corner.

Margaret Hale sat behind a sprawling, antique desk. She was wearing a pristine white blazer, her silver hair perfectly styled. She looked immaculate, regal, and utterly terrifying.

Standing in the corner of the room, his arm in a sling and his face bruised, was Harrison Croft. His eyes locked onto me the second I entered, burning with a lethal, barely contained fury.

"Mr. Hart," Hale said, her voice echoing in the large room. She didn’t stand up. She didn’t offer her hand. She just stared at me with eyes as cold and hard as diamonds.

"Senator," I replied, walking forward. I didn’t wait for an invitation. I pulled out one of the leather guest chairs and sat down, crossing my legs casually.

I felt the immediate, crushing weight of her Willpower pressing against me. It was a palpable force, a lifetime of absolute authority trying to force me into submission.

I activated the [Emperor’s Presence].

The air in the room seemed to shimmer as my aura clashed with hers. The casual arrogance of my posture, combined with the dark, suffocating weight of the System’s dominance, hit her like a physical blow. I saw her eyes narrow slightly, a microscopic flicker of uncertainty breaking through her iron facade.

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