I Married the President

Chapter 74: A Matter of Principle · Oct 17, 2026

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51 Chapter 51: Depraved 2026-10-17
52 Chapter 52: No One in the World is Sadder Than Her 2026-10-17
53 Chapter 53: Look Forward 2026-10-17
54 Chapter 54: Dog Abuse 2026-10-17
55 Chapter 55: Very Busy 2026-10-17
56 Chapter 56: Vicious Dog and Wolf 2026-10-17
57 Chapter 57: I’ll Take the Punishment 2026-10-17
58 Chapter 58: A Guilty Conscience Gives Itself Away 2026-10-17
59 Chapter 59: Too Late for Regrets 2026-10-17
60 Chapter 60: Of All Virtues, Filial Piety Is Foremost 2026-10-17
61 Chapter 61: Remembered Some Things 2026-10-17
62 Chapter 62: A Strong Opponent 2026-10-17
63 Chapter 63: The Bizarre Interview Scene 2026-10-17
64 Chapter 64: Threatened 2026-10-17
65 Chapter 65: Bumped 2026-10-17
66 Chapter 66: Toxic Chicken Soup 2026-10-17
67 Chapter 67: Can’t See His Good Points at All 2026-10-17
68 Chapter 68: You’re Not Kidding Me, Are You? 2026-10-17
69 Chapter 69: Don’t Speak Carelessly Outside in the Future 2026-10-17
70 Chapter 70: Is This Guy Any Good? 2026-10-17
71 Chapter 71: Differential Treatment 2026-10-17
72 Chapter 72: Do They Think She Has Three Heads and Six Arms? 2026-10-17
73 Chapter 73: Gift 2026-10-17
74 Chapter 74: A Matter of Principle 2026-10-17
75 Chapter 75: Not Ready Yet 2026-10-17
76 Chapter 76: Outrageous 2026-10-17
77 Chapter 77: Demoted Again 2026-10-17
78 Chapter 78: Work Hard 2026-10-17
79 Chapter 79: Since When Did Young Master Quincy Have This Taste? 2026-10-17
80 Chapter 80: Heh, We’ll See 2026-10-17
81 Chapter 81: Gift 2026-10-17
82 Chapter 82: Change Your Pants and Start Anew 2026-10-17
83 Chapter 83: Does This Count as an Abuse of Power? 2026-10-17
84 Chapter 84: Why Don’t You Stay and Sleep With Me 2026-10-17
85 Chapter 85: Why Do You Smoke? 2026-10-17
86 Chapter 86: Far From Being a Strong Woman 2026-10-17
87 Chapter 87: Claire, You’re Not Bad Either 2026-10-17
88 Chapter 88: She Was Far Too Weak Compared to Him 2026-10-17
89 Chapter 89: Is She That Special to Him? 2026-10-17
90 Chapter 90: Who Do You Think You’re Talking To 2026-10-17
91 Chapter 91: How Could I Not Take You Seriously? 2026-10-17
92 Chapter 92: Why Are You Here? 2026-10-17
93 Chapter 93: Adopting a Goddaughter on the First Meeting 2026-10-17
94 Chapter 94: Only a Husband, No Boyfriend 2026-10-17
95 Chapter 95: The Vibe of a Strong Woman 2026-10-17
96 Chapter 96: One Should Be More Down-to-Earth 2026-10-17
97 Chapter 97: Someone’s Going to Suffer 2026-10-17
98 Chapter 98: Damn, Disgusting Me to Death 2026-10-17
99 Chapter 99: Just How Thick-Skinned Is This White Lotus? 2026-10-17
100 Chapter 100: So Cool 2026-10-17

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: A Matter of Principle

’Yeah, right. Even if she didn’t give the last box to Teacher Hartwell, wouldn’t she use it herself?’

’Does she take me for some naive, helpless fool...?’

Claire Sinclair responded graciously, ”That one’s for Teacher Hartwell. I can’t give it to you, sorry. Maybe next time.”

Phoebe Lockwood’s face instantly darkened. ’That damn bitch! She must have deliberately not saved one for me!’

’Who at Astoria Daily dares to disrespect me? Only this shameless bitch!’

Claire Sinclair couldn’t be bothered with the governor’s daughter’s sour expression. She just went back to her own desk, picked up the last box of face masks, and went to find Teacher Hartwell.

She searched the entire editorial department and finally found Henry Hartwell in the records room.

Claire Sinclair held the masks out to him. ”Teacher Hartwell, these are the face masks Linda gave us. I’ve already passed them out to everyone else, and this last box is for you.”

Henry Hartwell glanced at the masks and chuckled. ”What’s a guy like me going to do with face masks? You should take them for yourself.”

”I rarely use them...”

”A young woman should still pamper herself a bit. Go on, take them. You deserve a treat.”

”...”

Claire Sinclair was suddenly at a loss for words.

He didn’t want them, and she couldn’t just force them on him, so she had no choice but to take the box back.

”Well, Teacher Hartwell, I’ll get back to work then.” With that, she turned to leave.

Henry Hartwell called out to her, ”Wait.”

Claire Sinclair stopped. ”Is there something else, Teacher Hartwell?”

Henry Hartwell stared at a stack of documents, asking casually, ”When Linda said she was giving you a gift, you didn’t really need to ask me. Why didn’t you just secretly take it for yourself?”

Without a second thought, Claire Sinclair answered bluntly, ”It’s a matter of principle. Besides, it’s not like I’m lacking for cosmetics.”

”’A matter of principle.’ Well said. You can get back to work now.”

”...”

Claire Sinclair felt a bit baffled as she turned and walked out.

Once the door closed, a pleased smile touched Henry Hartwell’s lips. ”As expected of her sister. She’s got potential, too.”

...

Perhaps because Claire Sinclair had handed out the face masks, her afternoon was much easier. Aside from running a few errands, almost no one gave her a hard time anymore.

However, she had only eaten a piece of bread for lunch, and by the time work ended, she was completely exhausted.

After finally making it to quitting time, Claire Sinclair was asked to stay behind and organize documents. She was busy until it was dark before she finally finished.

The office was long empty. Claire Sinclair turned off the lights, walked to the elevators, and took out her phone to check the time. She saw a message that had arrived five minutes earlier.

Adrian Quincy: Not off work yet?

Claire Sinclair’s heart tightened, and she hurriedly replied: Just got off. Heading home now.

Adrian Quincy: It’s late. Wait for me at the office.

Huh?

Claire Sinclair couldn’t help but ask: You’re coming to pick me up?

Adrian Quincy: I’m nearby.

Claire: Oh.

’So he was just in the neighborhood. And here I thought he was making a special trip to pick me up. I was really getting ahead of myself.’

Claire Sinclair went back inside the building and waited for seven or eight minutes before she got a call from him. She quickly hurried downstairs.

Adrian Quincy’s private car was parked outside the building. Claire Sinclair walked up to it and, out of habit, got into the back seat.

Only after she was in the car did she realize that Adrian Quincy was also in the back. Aiden Howkins was driving.

’I would’ve sat in the front if I’d known...’

Claire Sinclair wasn’t used to sitting so close to him, so she shifted a little closer to the door.

Adrian Quincy asked in a low voice, ”Busy day today?”

”Mhm, a little.”

”How are you finding it?”

Claire Sinclair couldn’t help but glance at his face. ’He’s actually interested in my work?’

’It’s probably just small talk,’ she thought. She didn’t think she held any real importance to him, so her answer was somewhat perfunctory. ”It’s... fulfilling.”

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