’This guy seems to like smiling a lot, but his smile is strange. There’s no trace of joy in it.’
’In short, it’s completely fake.’
Claire Sinclair responded politely, "Hello."
Quentin Zane clapped Adrian Quincy on the shoulder and grinned. "So, our Eldest Young Master Quincy, the guy who never gets close to won, is finally off the market. Sister-in-law, you’re amazing, managing to snag a man like him. How about introducing to soone? I happen to be single."
Claire Sinclair raised an eyebrow. "The only single girl I know back ho is Phoebe Lockwood. You want to et her? I can get her number for you."
Upon hearing that na, Quentin Zane imdiately burst out laughing. "HAHA... Never mind. The Eldest Miss Lockwood wouldn’t look twice at a pauper like ."
"Well, I can’t help you then. You’ll have to ask soone else to introduce you."
The mont she finished speaking, Quentin Zane let out another snort of laughter. "HAHAHA... Young Master Quincy, this girl of yours is really interesting. I was just joking with her, and she actually took seriously."
Claire Sinclair: "..."
’He’s ssing with !’
Without a word, Adrian Quincy sent Quentin Zane flying with a kick. "A ten-kiloter run. Don’t even think about eating until you’re done."
Quentin Zane: "..."
’Great, another bro who puts his girl before his friends.’
Watching Quentin Zane run further and further into the distance, Claire Sinclair couldn’t help but ask, "What does he do? His clothes are different from everyone else’s."
"You’ll find out later."
"Why can’t you tell now?"
Adrian Quincy slowly turned his head to look at the girl’s eyes, which were filled with curiosity. "He once pursued your sister. He just got back from a mission today and couldn’t wait to co see you."
"Oh, I see. So he pursued my sister..." ’My sister really is outstanding. She must have had a lot of suitors.’ "But I’m not my sister. Why did he co to see ?"
"Perhaps it’s a matter of sentintality."
"..."
’Hearing the word ’sentintality’ co out of this guy’s mouth sounds strangely awkward.’
Claire Sinclair was about to say sothing else when Adrian Quincy suddenly spoke. "Let’s go."
"Where are we going?"
"I’m taking you ho."
"Huh? But I haven’t passed the assessnt yet!"
"We’re just leaving for one night. I’ll bring you back tomorrow morning."
Claire Sinclair was suddenly at a loss for words. She thought she could finally escape The Bitter Sea, but it turned out to be a mont of false hope.
"Mr. Quincy, why are you taking ho?"
"We’re going to my family’s ho. To et my parents."
"!!!"
’Can I just stay here and continue training?!’
eting the parents was such a serious affair that Claire Sinclair insisted on going ho to take a shower and change. She put on a demure little white dress and styled her hair into a topknot.
But...
’After three days of training, my skin has gotten so much darker. A white dress doesn’t seem quite right anymore. Maybe I should change?’
Just as she was hesitating, Adrian Quincy suddenly walked in from outside. "Claire, not ready yet?"
"I’ve gotten a tan, so white doesn’t look good. I want to change into a different color."
Adrian Quincy quickly scanned her clothes in the closet and finally picked out a small, silver-gray cocktail dress.
"Try this one."
"Do I have to be this formal?"
"Your only job is to look beautiful. Don’t worry about anything else."
"..." ’He’s flirting with !’
Claire Sinclair’s face grew hot. She quickly took the dress and went into the bathroom to change.
This dress was on the conservative side—it didn’t expose her shoulders or back, and the hemline reached her knees. It could actually be worn as everyday attire.
Claire Sinclair quickly slipped the dress on but ran into a problem—she couldn’t pull up the zipper on the back.
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