I Married the President

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Every Appearance Comes with Special Effects

Adrian Quincy reached out and stroked her adorable, troubled face. ”I wore you out last night. I wanted to let you sleep in.”

Claire Sinclair’s face flushed, and she slapped his hand away. ”I’d rather die than spend the night at your place again! I can’t sleep well, and on top of that, I have to ’exercise’ with you!”

With that, she turned, opened the car door, and got out.

The corners of Adrian Quincy’s lips curved up slightly. He watched her enter the building before getting out of the car himself.

***

Claire Sinclair’s tardiness didn’t attract much attention, but one person made a point of cornering her for a lecture.

Phoebe Lockwood, with unbelievable nerve, began snidely, ”Well, well, if it isn’t the new big star. Now that you’ve landed an endorsement, your net worth has shot into the tens of millions. Why even bother coming to work? If it were me, I’d go straight to M2L. The pay is high, and you don’t have to clock in nine-to-five...”

Claire Sinclair glanced at her, her expression calm. ”You want to work at M2L that badly? Need me to call Linda for you and ask?”

”Who’d want to work at a place like that—”

”If you don’t, then stop running your mouth. You’re acting like no one can tell how jealous you are...”

As she spoke, Claire Sinclair walked to her desk, sat down, turned on her computer, and prepared to continue editing the draft she hadn’t finished yesterday.

Phoebe Lockwood was furious. ”Who’s jealous of you? It’s just an endorsement for some low-end cosmetics brand. I’ve personally received President Helmanro!”

’What an idiot. How is landing an endorsement deal the same as receiving the president of a friendly nation?’

Claire Sinclair couldn’t even be bothered to retort, fearing it would lower her IQ. She pretended not to hear, opened the document, and started working.

Having been snubbed, Phoebe Lockwood grew even more irritated.

Just as she was about to say something else nasty, a distinguished figure suddenly appeared outside the office door, instantly making her heart flutter.

Phoebe Lockwood stood up in pleasant surprise, dropping her work to greet him. ”Young Master Quincy, what are you doing here?”

The moment she spoke, countless pairs of eyes in the office swiveled in his direction.

Only Claire Sinclair paid him no mind, focused on editing her draft.

Adrian Quincy’s icy black eyes swept over Phoebe Lockwood indifferently, not lingering for even a moment as he walked right past her without a second glance.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Adrian Quincy entered the data room, while Aiden Howkins and the others stood at attention outside the door like soldiers, awaiting orders.

Seeing this, Claire Sinclair’s mind began to wander.

’How did that guy know Teacher Hartwell was in the data room? Don’t tell me he comes looking for him often?’

「In the data room.」

The temperature seemed to plummet. Henry Hartwell rubbed his arms, looked up at the door, and casually picked up the AC remote to turn up the heat. ”You know, you have a knack for making an entrance. It’s like you bring your own special effects.”

Adrian Quincy didn’t spare him a glance, walking over to a bookshelf on his own to look for something.

Seeing this, Henry Hartwell got up, walked over, and stopped beside him. ”What files are you looking for? I can help.”

”Just browsing.”

”...”

Adrian Quincy casually pulled out a file folder, opened it, and began looking through the documents inside. He then asked, seemingly offhandedly, ”You’re well-connected. Do you know any hackers?”

”Haha, I can’t tell you that. They’d rather get fat and weigh 300 pounds out in the world than work a nine-to-five for you.”

”I’m not looking to arrest anyone this time. I just want to ask about something.”

Henry Hartwell’s interest was immediately piqued. ”What do you want to ask about?”

”June 2nd.”

Henry Hartwell thought he was going to say more, but after waiting for a while in silence, he raised an eyebrow. ”What about June 2nd?”

Adrian Quincy said in a low voice, ”Ask them about June 2nd, then give me their answer. I want it before the end of the day.”