A Night of Desire-Chapter 164: Have You Thought About Changing Your Mind?

Clara Grant pouted to herself. ’Sandra’s the one with no real talent!’

’It’s not just her. Who in the entire film crew, the entire company, or even the entire entertainment industry has what it takes to hold a grudge against you, the great President Quinn?’

"But, no matter how you look at it, the role that should have been hers is now mine."

Seth Quinn was infuriated by her stubborn, one-track mind. He turned his head away, ignoring her.

He had always considered himself an especially calm and composed person, someone not easily swayed by emotion. But after meeting her, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

When it came to her, she could easily stir up all sorts of emotions in him.

Seeing him turn his head away and ignore her like a pouting child, Clara couldn’t help but smile silently. The softest part of her heart stirred, and her voice unconsciously softened as she spoke,

"So, Seth Quinn, just this once, okay? Let’s just say I’m paying her back for what I owe." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

When she finished and saw that Seth Quinn still had no intention of speaking, she made a promise. "Don’t worry, this is the one and only time. If she ever tries anything against me again, I absolutely will not let her get away with it."

Her tone was so firm, she might as well have been holding up two fingers to swear an oath.

Seth Quinn finally turned his head back to her, his eyes filled with helplessness and compromise. "Are you sure? Are you sure you won’t be soft-hearted again the next time someone tries to harm you?"

"Yes, I will absolutely fight back with everything I have!" ’This wasn’t just talk. She was kind, but kindness didn’t equal stupidity; she couldn’t just keep letting people walk all over her.’

Though the coldness on Seth Quinn’s face hadn’t completely vanished, his faint sigh was enough for Clara Grant to know he had agreed.

So she urged him, "Quick, call your assistant. Hurry."

’Any slower, and it’ll be too late.’

Seth Quinn shot her an impassive glance, took out his phone, and dialed a number. "Chase Childs, hold off for now."

A flicker of confusion crossed Chase Childs’s mind, but he nodded without any hesitation. "Understood, President Quinn."

After hanging up, he glanced at Sandra, who was sitting away from the crowd with a glass of red wine, and then turned to leave.

After Seth Quinn hung up, he looked at Clara Grant again and asked, "What happened this morning? You were almost late."

"Oh, that was an accident. There was a car crash on that stretch of road, so traffic was backed up."

A car crash? Seth Quinn frowned but didn’t say anything more about it, changing the subject instead. "It’s only the first day and you’ve already been through so much trouble. Have you thought about changing your mind?"

Seeing Clara Grant look at him in confusion, he continued, "About going public with our marriage. Announcing your identity as the President’s wife."

Clara Grant subconsciously waved her hands in dismissal. "No."

’She had just adamantly debunked the rumors at the opening ceremony. The entire crew probably knew by now. Go public at a time like this? She couldn’t possibly face them!’

Seeing her reject the idea without a second thought, Seth Quinn’s expression soured again. His words, however, were coaxing. "Think about it carefully. If you reveal your identity, you’ll be able to rest easy from now on. No one will dare to try anything funny with you ever again.

You could even walk sideways on set from now on, and there wouldn’t be a single problem. No one would dare say a word against you."

This was undoubtedly a huge temptation for Clara Grant. Just the thought of such a life seemed wonderful, but...

"Heh, I’m not a crab. I don’t want to walk sideways."

Seeing her brush him off with a joke, Seth Quinn’s face turned even colder.