I Married the President-Chapter 49: Trap

Mrs. Lowell scoffed, "That deadbeat never does anything right, but since he’s gone and done this, it might actually work. Even if it’s not Young Master Quincy, it’ll be someone else."

"What do you mean, someone else?"

"I told you to read more and learn a thing or two about strategy. The general election is coming up. Who doesn’t want to take down their rivals? I think there’s a nine-in-ten chance that deadbeat was used by someone." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

At her words, the gloom in Melanie Sinclair’s eyes instantly vanished. She asked impatiently, "Mom, what’s going on?"

Mrs. Lowell explained patiently, "Although the list of presidential candidates isn’t out yet, everyone wants to win over Quincy Manor. The one using that deadbeat might not be Young Master Quincy, but one of the other candidates. In any case, this is definitely not simple. But it has nothing to do with us. We’ll just wait and see."

"Hahaha..." Melanie Sinclair couldn’t help but burst into gloating laughter.

’She knew it! How could a drunken bum possibly get close to someone like Young Master Quincy? It must have been someone else. And the people running for president are all old men!’

’That bitch Claire Sinclair probably thought she could climb into Young Master Quincy’s bed. But when she opens her eyes, she’ll find it’s some nasty old man.’

’I wonder if she’ll want to kill herself when she wakes up?’

「...」

Peter Sinclair drove to the designated hotel and was immediately met by someone—the same man who had come looking for him last night, Seth Payne.

Seth Payne took the person and promptly dismissed Peter Sinclair.

He then called over a woman, who took the unconscious Claire Sinclair into a lavish hot spring suite.

The woman tossed Claire Sinclair onto the pink, circular bed strewn with rose petals, stripped the girl’s clothes off in a few swift movements, and changed her into a transparent nightgown. Finally, she scattered a few more petals over her body before leaving.

A few minutes later, Ethan Kingsley walked in. His long, straight fingers were tucked into the pockets of his gray trousers, his expression was leisurely, and a taunting smile played on his lips.

As he approached the pink, circular bed, he first glanced at the girl’s devastatingly beautiful, unconscious face. Then, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a red mark on her arm.

The red mark clearly came from being struck with a rod, and on her calves, there were many dark purple bruises.

These kinds of injuries made him think of one thing: domestic abuse.

’Such a pitiful girl...’

Ethan Kingsley looked at the girl’s exquisite face with a hint of sympathy. He bent down slightly and, with his index finger, gently brushed the hair from her forehead.

She was in such a deep sleep; she wouldn’t wake up no matter what was done to her now.

The more he looked, the more pitiful she seemed, and he began to waver.

’Giving such a fine specimen to that kid Adrian Quincy seems like a bit of a waste.’

Just as he was lost in thought, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Young Master Kingsley, Adrian Quincy is here."

Ethan Kingsley didn’t turn around. He just gave a slight wave of his hand, signaling for the man to withdraw.

Seth Payne nodded and silently retreated.

Ethan Kingsley took a lighter from his pocket, walked to the head of the bed, and lit a small dish of incense that was on the table.

Then he turned, took a photo of the delicate young woman on the bed, and said with a smirk, "Little beauty, have a wonderful night."

With that, he turned and left.

Seth Payne was waiting at the door. When he saw Ethan come out, he added, "The reporters are in position. As soon as Adrian Quincy walks into this room, he’ll be utterly ruined."

Ethan Kingsley just smiled, his eyes filled with a cynical amusement.

「...」

Tonight, Adrian Quincy had arranged a meeting with several major players in the e-commerce industry at The Monarch Grand Hotel to discuss future strategies for the internet and e-commerce.

After the meeting was a banquet hosted by one of the tycoons. This public and transparent dinner was Adrian Quincy’s social engagement for the evening.