Chapter 785: The Fighter
In the courtyard, Lynch saw Ms. Tracy wrapped in a thick fur coat, looking like a giant white snowball.
That coat wasn’t cheap. Lynch had seen similar ones before—probably worth seventeen or eighteen thousand. Not something the average person could afford.
The higher-ups in the Women’s Rights Protection Association were all wealthy, each backed by significant political clout. In the Federation, those who ran organizations and movements were never simple people.
But there were always fools willing to believe in them—people who, under their guidance, treated these causes as lifelong missions.
Lynch, however, never believed in any of it.
“Lynch!”
The moment she spotted him, Ms. Tracy called out his name with a trace of excitement and walked toward him briskly.
Unlike others, she didn’t address him as Mr. Lynch. That was her privilege. Her eyes sparkled with admiration.
In just two years, Lynch’s career had exploded. Even now, Ms. Tracy found it hard to believe he’d achieved all this on his own.