"Don't say another word. You can be the one to break up with me. After all, a person like me doesn't have the right to dump someone of your status. I'm going out."
With that, Claire Sinclair turned to leave.
The next second, her head slammed into a wall of flesh, the pain making her see stars.
"Hss…" Wincing, she rubbed her aching forehead. Suddenly, an arm grabbed hers, and she fell back into a warm embrace. His concerned voice sounded by her ear, "Are you alright?"
Claire Sinclair struggled to break free. The moment she looked up, she saw a solemn and stern face.
"Mr. P-President, I'm so sorry!" Claire Sinclair was so frightened her face went pale, but she still remembered to apologize.
The current president, Arthur Lockwood…
'Why would he be at Quincy Manor on a weekend???'
Adrian Quincy frowned slightly. He naturally placed his hands on her lower abdomen and guided her to his side, leaving just one hand resting on her waist.
