I Married the President

Chapter 364: Chapter 364: The Two Male Gods Speak Out

”I...” Phoebe Lockwood was suddenly at a loss for words.

She really had no standing to criticize Claire Sinclair, as she had no connection to the two people at the center of the issue.

Claire Sinclair smiled faintly. ”Phoebe Lockwood, what you see isn’t always the truth. For a reporter with your experience to still be led around by public opinion... I have to wonder what you’re even doing at the Astoria Daily.”

”What right do you have to lecture me—”

”I have no right to lecture you, so likewise, please don’t take that high-and-mighty tone with me, okay?”

Cut off so forcefully by Claire Sinclair, Phoebe Lockwood was left completely speechless, utterly shut down.

Claire Sinclair took a deep breath, her gaze falling to her computer.

She opened Weibo and first went to Ethan Kingsley’s page, where she saw he had posted a response ten minutes earlier—

”Star Reporter Sinclair is a journalist of great depth. I’m captivated by her talent and proud to have earned her good graces. Thank you for the interview, Reporter Sinclair. I’m eagerly awaiting the next issue of the paper. You’ll all be able to see me in it! It’s my first time in the Astoria Daily, and to be honest, I’m a little nervous. Stay tuned!”

Reading Ethan Kingsley’s response left Claire Sinclair feeling pleasantly surprised. She hadn’t expected him to praise her so highly. This way, his supporters wouldn’t come after her.

It was a classic case of ”love me, love my dog”—his fans would naturally be inclined to like anyone he held in high regard.

She had to admit, Ethan Kingsley’s response was seamless.

’That said, how would Adrian Quincy respond?’

She casually refreshed Weibo, and a notification immediately popped up: Following Ethan Kingsley, Adrian Quincy has also made a statement!

She clicked on it and was taken to a video Adrian Quincy had posted via the official Quincy Manor website.

In the video, Adrian Quincy was his usual unsmiling self. His handsome face was solemn and emotionless, but his eyes held an irresistible, steely resolve.

He said, ”Someone once gave their life to save me. That person was Claire’s older sister. Before she died, she entrusted Claire to me, asking that I take good care of her. I have long since come to see Claire as family. That night, Claire was sick with no one to look after her. Even at the cost of my own reputation, I would have stayed to care for her. Rumors die with the wise. If anyone spreads this nonsense about Claire again, I will see the matter through to the very end.”

This was likely the first time Adrian Quincy had ever spoken publicly on video, and he’d said so much. It filled Claire Sinclair with a sweet, honeyed joy.

Compared to Ethan Kingsley’s polite, PR-friendly statement, she much preferred Adrian Quincy’s cold and direct approach.

Since they had both responded, she couldn’t remain silent either. She posted a deliberately ambiguous message on her own Weibo page—

”I’m truly humbled to have two such fine gentlemen speak up for me. Everyone, please, let’s put the negativity to rest. Both of them are men I greatly admire. If possible, I hope to have the chance to do a feature interview with each of them during my career. In the end, no matter who becomes president, I just hope for our nation’s prosperity!”

She finished the post by attaching a photo of the press pass she had just received. This was a replacement, of course—she had torn up her old one.

After seeing her statement and the photo of her officially-stamped press pass, the internet went wild.

”What am I seeing? A triple-accredited press pass! That’s the hardest press pass in the world to get!”

”I can’t believe it! My queen actually got the official press pass! She’s incredible!”

”Claire Sinclair, we’ll support you forever!”

”I hope Mrs. Quincy and Mr. Quincy get together. I don’t know why, but I’m totally shipping this couple.”

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