Chapter 748: Queenly Aura

Chapter 748: Chapter 748: Queenly Aura

Adrian Quincy gave a resigned smile. "Let’s get some sleep. I have a very early flight tomorrow morning."

Claire immediately asked him, "What time?"

"Three in the morning."

"Then we have to sleep right now!!!"

"Okay. Good night."

"Good night..."

...

Claire felt a little regretful she hadn’t said a few more words to him last night.

By the time she woke up, he had already left. Then, it dawned on her.

’He’s not here anymore, so how am I supposed to get out?’

’I wonder if the Presidential Palace has a back door or something. If I go out the main entrance, I’m afraid I’ll be seen, and that would be a disaster.’

’Sigh, I should get up first anyway.’

Claire got out of bed and washed up, pondering how she could leave discreetly.

As she stepped out of the bedroom, she was startled to see two rows of maids standing outside the door. The one at the front held a new set of clothes, while the others all presented trays of food.

’Whoa, what... is all this?’

The head maid addressed her politely, "Madam, His Excellency the President has arranged for you to first go to the West Pool to bathe and change. We have also prepared a lavish breakfast for you."

’This... this isn’t just an act, is it? Do modern-day first ladies really get this kind of treatment?’

The maid approached her and gestured invitingly. "Madam, the West Pool is this way. Please follow me."

"Er, okay." Claire actually wanted to refuse, but her curiosity about the West Pool won out, so she decided to stay and check it out.

The so-called West Pool had rockeries, a hot spring, and a shower area. It was practically a luxury hot spring resort!

Unfortunately, Claire wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t soak in the hot spring. She simply took a shower and got out, changing into the clothes the Great Demon King Quincy had arranged for her.

It was a navy-blue cape coat worn over a white shirt, paired with a black miniskirt and a white hat. The whole outfit screamed ’queen’.

’The Great Demon King Quincy has such great taste. I love this outfit.’

After breakfast, a maid led her out of the West Court. From there, an aide escorted her through the main entrance of the Presidential Building and into an arranged car.

On the ride back, Claire took out her phone and texted the Great Demon King Quincy: "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. President. I have no way to repay you. When you get back, I’ll just have to give myself to you."

She figured he was probably on the plane and wouldn’t see her message, but he replied instantly.

Adrian Quincy: I’ve screenshotted this as evidence.

Claire: What are you doing?

Adrian Quincy: Just landed. I’m in the car now.

Claire: And you’re still playing on your phone.

Adrian Quincy: I miss you.

’That man... Can’t he just stop trying to sweet-talk me out of the blue!’

Claire: If you miss me, then focus on your work. And make sure to get some rest, my dear Mr. President.

Adrian Quincy: Okay, I’ll listen to you.

Claire: Then I won’t disturb you. <3

Claire put her phone down, but a sudden thought made her pick it right back up.

She wanted to call Ethan Kingsley directly but was afraid of upsetting him. After all, he had mysteriously withdrawn from the election, and she had no idea why.

After hesitating for a long while, she finally just sent him a message: "Mr. Kingsley, it should be the Third Miss’s due date by now. How is she?"

After a long wait, Ethan Kingsley replied: "Dead."

Claire: What?

Ethan Kingsley: I said, she’s dead.

Claire’s brows furrowed slightly. She couldn’t be sure if what he said was true, but surely he wouldn’t joke about something like this.

Claire: What happened? Where is she now?

Ethan Kingsley: The funeral is in three days. Emberfall Cemetery.

Reading that line, Claire felt as if her heart had been viciously gouged out, the pain excruciating.

’No, I have to find out what happened!’