Chapter 163: The Return of Aunt Bella
Mrs. Eliza Grant, the current Mayor of Stockport Council, had been busier than ever. Ever since the shocking events now known as the Stockport Scandal, which utterly destroyed the once-mighty Brown family, her prominence in the region had grown day by day.
With MP Oliver Brown having fled after the scandal and still missing, an arrest warrant was issued and his name was added to Interpol’s wanted list. Everyone in Stockport now believed that Eliza Grant would soon be the next Member of Parliament for the area.
The Brown family had dominated both business and politics in the region for years. Numerous development projects were ongoing under their name, but following their bankruptcy, every one of those projects came to an abrupt halt. The public saw no hope of completion... until Mayor Grant stepped in.
She brought the powerful Miller Group from Manchester and successfully negotiated their involvement to take over and complete the stalled projects.
From a business perspective, the Miller Group faced some initial losses, but the decision significantly boosted their reputation in Stockport and skyrocketed Mayor Grant’s popularity. Although the council lacked adequate funds for large-scale development, she forged collaborations with other agencies, leveraging influence and goodwill to get the work done.
Just as she finished an interview with several media outlets, her phone vibrated. Glancing down and seeing the caller ID read Eleanor, she immediately silenced the phone.
Then, standing up with grace, she addressed the reporters, "Thank you for your support. If you have more questions, feel free to post them on my page. I’ll respond personally. Now, please excuse me. I need to attend to some official matters."
With that, she swiftly exited the conference room and walked straight to her private office. Closing the door behind her, she picked up the call.
Eleanor’s crisp voice came through immediately. "Mayor Grant, please go to London today and meet the Party Chairman. Tomorrow’s meeting will fill the party’s vacant positions. You need to be there."
Eliza sighed softly. "I told you to call me aunt, but you never listen," she said with a wry smile.
Then, regaining her composure, she added, "Alright. I’ll catch the afternoon flight."
