"That's right," Director Keane nodded.
'Seth Quinn...' Clara Grant seethed inwardly. 'He's actually stooping to this? Even getting Director Keane to persuade me personally? Does he want to marry me that badly?'
'The only reason he wants to marry me is—just like he said—because his body desires her? Is he really paying such a steep price, even shelving his company's film project, just to satisfy some physical urge? His body must be made of gold, huh?'
"Director Keane, I'm sorry, you've misunderstood. He and I aren't..."
Clara Grant wanted to explain, but Liam Keane didn't seem to want to listen. "Miss Grant, regardless of the situation, for the sake of the bigger picture, you should make up with President Quinn. I'm begging you. On behalf of 'A Lifetime of Splendor' and the entire cast and crew, I'm begging you."
His words made it difficult for Clara Grant to refuse, but she couldn't just nod and agree.
