A Night of Desire

Clara Grant blushed at his words. "Okay, then I’ll be waiting for you to come pick me up yourself tomorrow."

She quickly added, "Alright, I’ve got something to do here, so I can’t talk anymore. I’m hanging up."

On the other end, Seth Quinn sounded a little disappointed. "But we’ve only been talking for a few minutes..."

"I’ll be back tomorrow, and then we can talk face-to-face as much as you want." Clara Grant glanced up at Skylar Hayes, who was walking past her toward the kitchen, and lowered her voice to soothe him, sounding as if she were coaxing a pouting child.

"Besides, I’ll have a surprise for you."

Hearing this, Seth Quinn, though still reluctant, agreed. "Alright then. See you tomorrow!"

"Mhm, see you tomorrow," Clara Grant said before hanging up.

Skylar Hayes, though busy, had been paying attention to her. Seeing her hang up, she walked over and said with a doting smile, "Since you want to give Seth a surprise, you should hurry and go."

Clara Grant playfully stuck out her tongue. "Then I’m off. Oh, right, Mom, I’ll see if Seth is free to come back for dinner tonight. If he is, I’ll call you ahead of time."

Skylar Hayes grew even more delighted at the prospect of them coming for dinner and nodded repeatedly. "Wonderful, wonderful."

Clara Grant grabbed her shoulder bag and headed for the door. "I’m leaving now, Mom."

"Go on, hurry."

...

Clara Grant took a cab and soon arrived at the Aegis building. She stood there, looking up at the skyscraper with a smile in her eyes, then started walking inside.

Since this was her second time at Aegis, everyone in the company recognized her. So, the moment she stepped inside, everyone who saw her immediately and respectfully greeted her as "Mrs. Quinn."

Although it was her proper title, Clara Grant still wasn’t quite used to it, and she gave an awkward nod to each person who greeted her.

After greeting her, the receptionist immediately said, "Mrs. Quinn, I’ll call the assistant’s office right now to let them know you’re here."

Clara Grant quickly stopped her. "There’s no need. I’ll just go straight up."

The receptionist immediately put down the phone and bowed respectfully. "Of course, Mrs. Quinn. Please, go ahead."

Clara Grant nodded with a smile and walked toward the elevators, entering the president’s private one.

In the lobby, a flurry of chatter erupted:

"I can’t believe a girl from an ordinary background like her actually became our Mrs. Quinn."

"I know, right? Who would’ve guessed? But her background might be ordinary, but she’s gorgeous. Can’t you tell? Mrs. Quinn is even more stunning than the old Miss Shelby."

"That’s true. *Sigh*. I guess no man can resist a beautiful woman."

"I actually think it’s a good thing she’s our Mrs. Quinn. At least she’s not stuck-up. You could tell from how friendly she was just now that she’s approachable. It’s way better than some pretentious, arrogant woman being Mrs. Quinn and giving us a hard time!"

"That’s true."

"..."

Clara Grant took the president’s private elevator directly to the top floor where his office was located. The moment she stepped out, a sharp-eyed employee spotted her and offered a respectful greeting, which in turn alerted the other employees...

And so, Clara Grant walked to the chief assistant’s office, receiving greetings the entire way.

Chase Childs must have heard the commotion outside, for he was just getting up to check when he spotted Clara Grant at his door.

Even someone as composed as him couldn’t hide a flicker of surprise. ’What’s going on? President Quinn just told me he was going to pick up Mrs. Quinn personally tomorrow and to cancel the meeting for it.’