I Married the President

Chapter 366: Chapter 366: She Is Unreconciled

Editor Redbird: A few film production companies have their eyes on your novel. If all goes well, it should sell for 20 million, and that’s just the guaranteed minimum.

million...

’Did a lucky star just fall on me today?’

Claire Sinclair felt like she was dreaming. It was all too surreal.

Mrs. Quincy: For real?

Editor Redbird: Why would I lie to you? Congratulations!

Mrs. Quincy: ...

Editor Redbird: Sweetie, could you send me a video before you clock out? Just one minute is all I need, please!

Mrs. Quincy: Okay.

Although Claire Sinclair didn’t want to be on camera, she didn’t want to make things difficult for her editor.

’It’s just a video, nothing complicated. I’ll just film it here.’

Claire Sinclair set up her phone, opened the camera app, and started recording.

”Hello, my dear readers. I’m Claire Sinclair, writing under the pen name Mrs. Quincy. My novel, *What If I Want to Break Up With You Again Today?*, is about to go premium. I hope you’ll all give it your full support. Also, the film and television rights for this work have been finalized, so it will be adapted into a TV series. Thank you all for your support.”

She kept it brief, stopping the recording as soon as she finished speaking and sending the video to Redbird.

Her colleagues couldn’t hold back any longer and all turned to look.

”Claire Sinclair, did you sell the rights to your novel again?”

”How much did you sell it for?!”

”That’s incredible! I’ve been following this one, and it’s finally going premium, haha!”

Claire Sinclair smiled bashfully. ”My editor said the guaranteed minimum is 20 million, but the specifics haven’t been finalized yet.”

”20 million!!!” Everyone was stunned, including Phoebe Lockwood.

Phoebe Lockwood dug her fingernails into her palms, her heart twisting with furious jealousy.

’That damn bitch! How did she get so lucky again! Selling a piece of trash novel for 20 million? What a fucking joke!’

She couldn’t accept it!

’My novel was published, after all. A film company has to be interested in it, right?’

At this thought, Phoebe Lockwood quickly opened a chat with her publishing editor and typed out her question: When will the film rights for my novel be sold?

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Phoebe Lockwood: What do you mean?

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Phoebe Lockwood: How is it not suitable? Didn’t you promise you’d help me sell the rights???

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The editor went on and on, the message a long-suppressed tirade of complaints.

A towering rage erupted in Phoebe Lockwood’s heart. She hammered at her keyboard: Go to hell! I refuse to believe my book can’t sell its rights!

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Phoebe Lockwood’s body trembled with anger as she typed furiously: You dare to block me? Do you have any idea who I am? My father is the governor!

System Notification: Message failed to send. You are not on Publishing Editor Xiao Le’s friends list. Please send a friend request to message them.

Fuck!

’They actually dared to block me! This is infuriating!’

Her gaze was involuntarily drawn back to the radiant Claire Sinclair. ’That damn bitch,’ she seethed. ’By what right does she keep stealing the spotlight that belongs to me!’

It was so unfair!