"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.

"Mentor." Adrian Quincy greeted him, his tone respectful and sincere.

’M-Mentor??’

’Is President Lockwood his teacher?’

’But even so, shouldn’t he still call President Lockwood "Mr. President" as protocol dictates?’

’Calling him "Mentor" is way too familiar!’

Arthur Lockwood’s cool gaze fell on Claire Sinclair. "And this is?"

Adrian Quincy introduced her without batting an eye. "My wife."

’Who’s his wife?!’

’We’re about to get divorced!’

As much as Claire Sinclair wanted to protest, she didn’t dare make a peep in front of the president. She was too afraid of saying the wrong thing to even greet him properly.

Arthur Lockwood smiled faintly. "Quincy, you’re finally married."

Adrian Quincy gave a slight nod, then leaned in to whisper in Claire’s ear, "Claire, why don’t you go on ahead? Don’t wander too far. I’ll come find you after I finish speaking with Mr. Lockwood."

The unspoken message was clear: don’t go out looking for a house.

Claire Sinclair had no intention of listening to him, but she didn’t dare act out in front of the president. She just nodded and said, "Alright, I’ll be on my way, then. Goodbye, Mr. President!"

Once Arthur Lockwood nodded in acknowledgment, Claire Sinclair scurried away and vanished in a flash.

’Finally, I’m free. It’s the weekend, so I have to find a nice place to move into, no matter what.’

’It would be so wonderful to live on my own, free as a bird. I wouldn’t even have to worry about being assassinated by his enemies...’

The sudden thought sent a chill down Claire Sinclair’s spine.

She couldn’t help but glance back. ’I’m still near Quincy Manor. Surely no one is watching me, right?’

’Honestly, why am I getting so worked up over nothing? I’m about to divorce Adrian Quincy. If someone did try to kill me, couldn’t I just explain the situation?’

At this thought, Claire Sinclair felt emboldened again. She trotted merrily to the roadside, stopping at a bus stop and taking a seat on the bench.

’The only realistic way to find a place is online. Just wandering around won’t get me anywhere. So, before I go, I should check for listings online first.’

The listings on her phone were all over the place. She checked a dozen or so places; the cheap ones were too far away, and she couldn’t bring herself to splurge on the expensive ones.

’Then again, I did just get that five million from the contract termination fee...’

’And soon, I’m going to get an enormous sum in royalty payments...’

’Holy crap, I’m rich now!’

A sudden realization struck Claire Sinclair. ’Why don’t I just buy a place!’

’Five million is enough for a down payment in Aethelgard.’

’Buying is better than renting. I can just pay off the mortgage slowly over time.’

At this thought, Claire Sinclair changed her mind and quickly sent a message to Henry Hartwell: Teacher Hartwell, can I ask you for some advice?

Reporter Henry Hartwell: What’s up?

ClairePan: I’m thinking of buying a house.