I Married the President-Chapter 30: Strange Invitation

After a long wait, he replied with a single word: Mm.

Once she had his permission, Claire immediately called him. "Mr. Quincy, Aiden Howkins gave me a bank card and said it’s your salary card."

"The PIN is our wedding date."

"Oh..." ’That wasn’t what I wanted to ask.’

After a moment of hesitation, she took the plunge. "May I ask what your monthly salary is?"

Adrian Quincy seemed to be in a good mood. He surprisingly didn’t refuse to answer her question. "My annual salary is just enough to buy this apartment."

"Paid in full?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Wow, I had no idea working at Quincy Manor paid so well! No wonder so many people want to work there. It’s way better than a stable government job!"

The man fell silent.

’All right, I was just making a casual comment.’

Claire gave a dry cough and quickly corrected herself. "I was just kidding. Please don’t take it to heart."

"Don’t call me unless it’s an absolute emergency."

’His tone seemed to have grown colder. I can’t tell if he’s always like this, or if I said something wrong to make him angry.’

’It’s probably the latter, isn’t it?’

Claire felt a little hurt. She quickly got to the point. "I’m sorry for disturbing you at work. What I actually wanted to ask was, are you coming home tonight?"

’The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them...’

’Quincy Manor is so huge, why would he ever come to a place like this? Asking such a question was just asking to be humiliated.’

Adrian Quincy asked in return, "You need something?"

"No, it’s nothing..."

He hung up immediately.

His abruptness caught Claire off guard, and her heart sank for no apparent reason.

’Actually...’

’If he had said he was coming back, I would have gone to the supermarket, bought groceries, and cooked a huge dinner to celebrate having a new home.’

’But if I’m just cooking for myself, the food just tastes bland.’

Claire couldn’t help but survey the vast living room. It was spotless, but there wasn’t a trace of warmth or personality. It wasn’t nearly as comfortable as the 800-a-month room she used to rent.

’I don’t like it here. I don’t like it one bit.’

’I don’t want to live in a place like this. I want to move out...’

’He’s not coming back anyway, so who cares what he thinks.’

Claire glanced at the time. It wasn’t even lunchtime yet, so there was still time to go out and look for a new place.

She had always been a woman of action. Once her mind was made up, she started searching online for cheap apartments to rent. After finding a few promising listings, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

Apartment hunting wasn’t easy. By the time she had seen a few places, it was already getting dark.

Claire found a place she liked: a small studio in the West District. The rent was only 750 a month, the neighborhood was nice and lively, and it had all the necessary amenities nearby.

Before leaving, Claire paid the landlord a deposit, planning to move in the next day.

By the time she got back to Evergreen Garden, it was completely dark. She was so hungry her stomach was growling, and she had no energy to cook. Instead, she stopped by the convenience store in the complex and bought a cup of instant noodles to take home.

While waiting for the water to boil, Claire took out her laptop and turned it on.

As the laptop screen lit up, a small window popped up.

System Prompt: Would you like to join us?

’Here we go again...’

’Every time I turn on my laptop, this window pops up.’

’I don’t know who this hacker is, or how ’they’ found me. No matter how many times I change my IP address, this window appears the moment the laptop boots up. The only thing I can ever do is close it.’

’After I close it, a second window pops up.’

System Prompt: If you need help, you are welcome to contact us. May your wickedness be boundless.

’This window only stays on screen for three seconds before disappearing on its own.’