Having spent so much time with Henry Hartwell, Claire Sinclair could tell right away that he was trying to brainwash her.
'I have to admit,' she thought, 'Teacher Hartwell's brainwashing skills are as masterful as ever…'
Claire Sinclair muttered under her breath, "Teacher Hartwell, if you keep this up, I'm going to start taking you seriously."
"Haha... You should take me seriously. That's my stance. What's yours?"
"I just want to be a quiet little reporter. I haven't thought about much else."
"What if Young Master Quincy gets taken out by his competitors? You wouldn't care?"
"He's so capable. How could he possibly be taken out so easily?"
Henry Hartwell said with a serious expression, "Don't be so casual about it. If you're only thinking about putting food on the table, then Young Master Quincy was wrong about you, and I'll be very disappointed in you too."
Claire Sinclair was at a loss for words.
