I Married the President

Chapter 373: Chapter 373: Slap, Slap, Slap

Phoebe Lockwood’s body trembled visibly.

Claire Sinclair continued, "If I’ve been wrongly accused, Governor Lockwood, tell me, how should this matter be handled?"

Bernard Lockwood felt a vague sense of unease, but at this point, he could only continue to trust his daughter. So, he maintained a calm facade and said, "If my Vera did wrong you, I’ll have her apologize. There, is that good enough for you?"

Claire Sinclair scoffed. "That’s not nearly good enough. A moment ago, Governor Lockwood was about to have me arrested without a shred of evidence. Now, if I prove my innocence, you think you can just get rid of me with a simple apology? Do you take me for a beggar?"

"You—don’t go too far! My Vera is a victim in this too. If you hadn’t rejected her apology, would she have fallen?" Bernard Lockwood was already flustered. The moment the words left his mouth, he realized what he’d said and wished he could bite his own tongue off.

Mrs. Lockwood couldn’t help but interrupt. "Darling, what are you saying? How could Vera possibly do something like that? Let’s wait for the footage before we say such things!"

Just then, Claire Sinclair’s phone suddenly vibrated.

Adrian Quincy took out the phone, glanced at the screen, and saw a strange notification: Take a look. A surprise for you.

Adrian Quincy’s cold gaze sharpened. He unlocked the phone, and a video immediately popped up on the screen.

The video had been filmed remotely from a building across from Astoria Tower. It showed the exact moment of the confrontation between Claire Sinclair and Phoebe Lockwood at the news agency last night.

Although the video had no sound, every frame perfectly matched the audio from Claire Sinclair’s recording pen.

After watching the short video, Adrian Quincy’s heart was a raging inferno of fury, mixed with a flicker of unease.

’Someone is spying on Claire!’

’Who filmed this? And why would they so brazenly send it to Claire’s phone?’

Seeing him holding her phone, Claire Sinclair finally realized what was happening. ’I must have left my phone in the car, and he came to bring it back to me!’

’But the look on his face... something’s not right...’

’Is there something on my phone I shouldn’t have? Why else would he be staring at it with such a grim expression, not saying a word?’

She asked cautiously, "Mr. Quincy, is something wrong?"

Adrian Quincy rewound the video to the beginning, then turned the screen toward Bernard Lockwood. "Bernard Lockwood," he said in a low, heavy voice, "take a good, long look at the truth of what happened last night."

Bernard Lockwood’s eyes were glued to the video. A second later, the color drained from his face as he mumbled, "Vera, how could you lie to your father..."

Mrs. Lockwood asked, curious, "Darling, what are you watching?"

Bernard Lockwood shut his eyes tightly. He didn’t answer his wife, instead speaking directly to Adrian Quincy. "Young Master Quincy, it seems my Vera did wrongly accuse Claire Sinclair. I apologize on her behalf. I’m sorry."

"I don’t accept insincere apologies," Claire Sinclair cut in coldly.

Bernard Lockwood frowned. "Then what do you want?"

Claire Sinclair narrowed her eyes and said through gritted teeth, "Phoebe Lockwood lacks the basic professionalism and integrity required of a journalist. She is not qualified to be one. I want her permanently banned from the news industry. She can never work as a reporter again."

At these words, Phoebe Lockwood could no longer stand to lie down. She shot upright and roared, "Claire Sinclair, who the hell do you think you are? What right do you have to demand I leave the news industry!"

Claire Sinclair snorted. "On the grounds that I can sue you for slander and sue your governor father for abuse of power. I can even expose your entire family’s true, power-abusing colors to the world and let everyone see exactly how you’ve all ganged up to crush me!"