I Married the President

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Going All Out

Claire Sinclair thought of a good idea, so she ran to find Henry Hartwell. ”Teacher Hartwell, I think I heard someone say you have an advanced photographer’s certification...”

Henry Hartwell raised an eyebrow. ”What is it?”

”None of my colleagues are willing to help, and besides, I don’t trust their photography skills. So, I was hoping you could help me. We just need to take a few pictures, that’s all. It’s very simple.”

Henry Hartwell understood her meaning in an instant and smiled. ”How are you planning to shoot it?”

”However makes him look most handsome!”

”Young Master Quincy has never even opened his phone’s camera. You think he’ll let you take his picture?”

”Well... I’ll go over and discuss it with him tonight. He’ll probably agree, right?”

’He probably will, right?’

Claire Sinclair wasn’t too sure herself. She could only go back and give it a try.

’If he won’t agree, then my only option is to seduce him...’

Henry Hartwell seemed to be on the same wavelength, teasing, ”If he doesn’t agree, just seduce him. With your looks, Young Master Quincy definitely won’t be able to resist.”

Claire Sinclair’s face flushed. She retorted irritably, ”I can’t be bothered to talk to you. I’m going to try first, then I’ll come find you.”

With that, she left.

Henry Hartwell chuckled to himself, as if picturing a scene of a little white rabbit being devoured by the big bad wolf. It was bound to be thrilling.

...

「That night.」

As soon as she got off work, Claire Sinclair immediately ran to the door of The Great Demon King Quincy’s office.

”Mr. Quincy, may I come in?”

”Come in.”

Claire Sinclair pushed the door open and walked in, an innocent, flower-like smile on her face as she approached the man.

”Mr. Quincy, it’s about the official announcement day. Teacher Hartwell put me in charge of it by myself, so I wanted to discuss with you how to go about it.”

”The Manor has a publicity department. You can coordinate with them.”

Claire Sinclair immediately shook her head. ”No, no. I only want to work with you. They can’t produce the effect I’m looking for.”

”How do you need me to cooperate?”

”It’s very simple. I want to take one photo. It will have you, Aiden Howkins, and Nancy in it. Only your face will be visible; the others don’t need to be. Just one picture, not a single one more.”

Adrian Quincy frowned slightly. ”Do we have to take a picture?”

He wasn’t a fan of being photographed and had never even taken a selfie.

”This is the simplest, most effortless method. Quincy Manor doesn’t allow unauthorized articles, right? That’s why I want a photo, so we don’t have to write any text.”

”If it’s you, you can write.”

Claire Sinclair pouted. ”But I’ve already made the plan. Just one photo. Please say yes, okay?”

She was even pulling out all the stops with her cute and coquettish act. If this didn’t work, her only option was seduction.

She glanced cautiously at the man’s handsome face, only to find he was still stone-faced, unwilling to compromise.

’This guy! It’s not like getting his picture taken will kill him!’

’I’m going all in...’

Claire Sinclair walked right up to him, plopped down onto his lap, and hooked her arms around his neck. ”Darling, if you agree, I’ll take a photo with you. It’ll be our first picture together as a married couple! What do you think?”

”Being intimate is more sincere than taking a picture.”

”In-intimate?”

Claire Sinclair froze for a moment, then it suddenly hit her.

It was too late to escape. The man quickly straightened her body on his lap, lowered his head, and began nibbling at her charming little mouth.

’Such a delectable little sweetheart. She’s going to be the death of me.’

...

In the end, Claire Sinclair still couldn’t escape the fate of being completely devoured.

When The Great Demon King Quincy unleashed his power, he was the type to go all night without rest. It left Claire Sinclair completely unable to get out of bed the next day, and she could barely even walk.

She finally managed to brush her teeth and change her clothes, but she nearly tumbled down the stairs and was only saved by grabbing the handrail just in time.

Afraid she’d have an accident, Claire Sinclair simply sat down on the stairs to rest for a moment.