I Married the President

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: Next Time, Don’t Interfere in My Affairs

In the massive plaza, waves of cheers rose and fell as enthusiastic supporters shouted themselves hoarse.

"Young Master Quincy! Young Master Quincy! Young Master Quincy!"

"If Young Master Quincy wins, Aridia wins!"

"Young Master Quincy, we support you!"

"Go, Young Master Quincy..."

If Ethan Kingsley was a dissolute prodigal, then Adrian Quincy was the very image of a righteous National Guardian Elder. His every move exuded an awe-inspiring righteousness, as if he were a god descended to earth to guard this peaceful land.

Especially with that flawlessly handsome face, those refined features, chiseled brows, and star-bright eyes. His gaze was as sharp and resolute as a hawk’s, casting a brilliant light wherever it fell.

As expected of a man from Quincy Manor, his very bearing was a testament to his righteous stance. Even his words were impeccably concise—

"Govern the nation with righteousness, command our armies with unconventional tactics, and secure the world through peace. This is the future I want to give you."

The moment his voice faded, the world plunged into an eerie silence.

It was as if the things stirring restlessly in the shadows had also been stunned into submission...

Adrian Quincy didn’t linger on the stage. He descended the moment he finished speaking.

It had all gone too smoothly.

A profound, unreadable look veiled Adrian Quincy’s eyes. He couldn’t shake a sense of foreboding.

As he returned backstage, Aiden Howkins suddenly ran up, panting. "Young Master Quincy," he reported, "the Young Madam is missing."

Adrian Quincy’s head snapped up, a bloodthirsty chill instantly radiating from him.

Aiden Howkins flinched and said in a low voice, "The Young Madam said she was stepping out for a moment. I sent someone to follow, but they couldn’t find any trace of her. She’s not on any of the surveillance footage—not even the feeds on her own computer."

"What surveillance?"

"Young Master Quincy, please follow me." Aiden Howkins gestured for him to come.

Adrian Quincy’s cold eyes narrowed. He strode toward the room where Claire Sinclair had been staying.

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Claire Sinclair woke up on a soft, light-blue bed. The first thing she saw was a white ceiling. As her senses gradually returned, she bolted upright and scanned her surroundings.

Her gaze was finally drawn to the twilight outside. Light gray, tasseled curtains hung by the window, swaying in the breeze.

Claire Sinclair threw back the covers and slid out of bed.

Walking to the window, she saw a sea of colorful flowers.

’Where is this place?’

Claire Sinclair stood by the window for a while, her eyes scanning the terrain around the sea of flowers again and again. It all felt vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place where she had seen it before.

’No, I’ve definitely seen it somewhere!’

Just as she was pondering this, the ancient, deep toll of a bell suddenly echoed from a distance—

DONG... DONG... DONG...

’That’s the bell from Moon-Gazing Temple!’

She remembered...

’This sea of flowers... it’s the place I used to sneak into to play when I was a kid! Which means I must be in the villa!’

’How did I get here?’

Claire Sinclair left the room and checked the other rooms on the second floor one by one. There was no one there.

She went downstairs to the living room, but it was also empty.

However, she spotted a letter on the coffee table.

Four elegant words were written on the envelope: For Claire’s Hands Only.

Claire Sinclair hesitated for a moment before her curiosity won out and she opened the letter.

Inside was a sheet of pure white paper, on which a single line was written: Claire, do not interfere in my affairs again. Go back. —Orion Osborne.

After reading the letter, Claire Sinclair let out a long sigh of relief.

’Did that mean she’d won the bet?’

’Wait, now isn’t the time to be thinking about that!’