I Married the President

Chapter 245: Chapter 245: An Uncertain Return Date

The man really seemed to be in a hurry and made a move to push her away, but the action only frightened her instead.

She hugged him even tighter, her lips pressing firmly against his. She wanted to kiss him just a little longer...

Any longer and he’d be late.

Though he didn’t have the heart to, Adrian Quincy finally broke the kiss. His voice was husky as he said, ”Claire, I’m just going on a mission. I’ll be back as soon as it’s finished. Don’t be nervous.”

”Will it be dangerous?”

”It’s not dangerous.”

”Okay, I’ll wait for you to come back. But you have to promise me you won’t get hurt. You can’t even lose a single hair, or I’ll ignore you.”

Adrian Quincy gave a slight nod and raised a hand to stroke her hair. Then he suddenly looked up and said to his men, ”Move out!”

Claire Sinclair silently stepped aside and watched him get into the car. She didn’t turn to go back until the vehicle had completely vanished from sight.

He was gone just like that, and she didn’t even know what kind of mission he was on.

’It doesn’t matter. I’m going to divorce him in the end anyway. He can do whatever he wants. Why should I care?’

Claire Sinclair couldn’t shake off the longing and her reluctance to see him go. All she could do was pretend she didn’t love him, pretend she was over it, pretend she was carefree...

...

Publicity Day finally arrived. Major organizations flooded media platforms, all vying for the public’s attention.

In previous years, people rarely paid attention to such dry, formulaic official announcements. But this year, a piece from one particular media outlet captured the public’s attention—

The Astoria Daily published a single photograph. Front and center was Adrian Quincy, his handsome face solemn and aloof. His expression held an air of cold indifference, making him look like an ethereal god, untouched by the mortal world.

Standing behind him was a group of uniformed personnel, their backs turned to the camera. The sheer force of his presence, like a sovereign surveying his domain, radiated from the screen, conveying an aura of kingly dominance.

This was the first time Quincy Manor had ever done any public promotion, and the first time Adrian Quincy had made a public appearance. Yet there was no text, not a single word—only the photograph.

However, almost everyone in the country recognized the statue beside him—a symbol of justice. It was an eagle with its wings spread, surveying the world, its hawklike eyes missing no trace of filth or evil.

This was the embodiment of Quincy Manor—the most righteous institution in the nation.

When the photo was crossposted to social media, the internet immediately went wild.

[He’s so hot! Someone give me his contact info!]

[Is this the leader of the legendary and mysterious Quincy Manor?]

[Yes, that’s him! He’s the youngest Director in the history of Quincy Manor, his name is Adrian Quincy, and he’s my future husband!]

[He’s so handsome it’s unreal. Is he even from this planet? I don’t think he’s a man, he’s a god!]

[This journalist is so unprofessional! They should have at least listed my husband’s name, height, weight, hobbies, preferences in a partner, job title, and salary! How is anyone supposed to go after him with just one photo?!]

...

The photo didn’t just cause an uproar online; things were blowing up inside the Astoria Daily offices as well.

Her colleagues couldn’t stop praising Claire Sinclair:

”Claire, you’re amazing! You captured the entire essence of Quincy Manor in a single photo!”

”That was a brilliant move. When you can’t write about them, just post a picture! I never would have thought of something so clever in a million years!”

”If I’d known it was just taking a picture, I would’ve tagged along. I’ve never even been to Quincy Manor...”

Phoebe Lockwood chimed in, throwing a wet blanket on the conversation. ”Am I the only one who thinks this photo is just... odd? There isn’t a single word. Who even knows what this guy does? Outside of us in high society, most common people don’t know Young Master Quincy. What’s the point of publishing a photo like this?”