I Married the President-Chapter 133: Kingdom-Toppling Beauty

Everyone’s eyes lit up as they all turned to look, their faces soon filled with astonishment.

"That’s Governor Lockwood’s daughter, Phoebe Lockwood! Quick, get a picture!"

"I can’t believe Miss Lockwood is here too! We have to get some great shots of her. We’ll need to be in Governor Lockwood’s good graces for the year-end media inspection, so this is a great opportunity!"

"Come on, quick, get the shot!"

The photographers’ passion was instantly reignited, and a barrage of flashes descended upon Phoebe Lockwood.

Phoebe Lockwood wore a white, deep V-neck cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, boldly showing off the deep cleavage she was so proud of, as well as her sensuous figure.

Though many female stars were present tonight, she considered herself a cut above them. ’Those actresses are all just vulgar women who sell their looks—or even their bodies—for fame and fortune, while I am a born aristocrat.’

’In my presence, those performers are merely background props. Tonight, I will undoubtedly be the most radiant goddess!’

Just as she was smugly reveling in her own world, a commotion suddenly erupted behind her.

"Quick, look over there! A fairy just arrived!"

"Oh my god. After that mudslide of influencers who were impossible to tell apart, she’s a total breath of fresh air!"

"Who is she? I’ve never seen her before!"

"Hey, why isn’t she coming this way?"

She was a little too far away, so the photographers could only view the ethereal woman through their telephoto lenses, completely forgetting about Phoebe Lockwood, who was only halfway down the red carpet.

Phoebe Lockwood’s expression turned foul.

’That damned bitch Claire Sinclair, ruining my moment again!’

「At the entrance.」

Claire Sinclair stood nervously by the side of the road and quickly pulled out her phone to call Henry Hartwell. "Teacher Hartwell, I’ve arrived. Where are you?"

"Haha, I’m already inside! And you look beautiful today, by the way. Just hold your head high and walk right in."

Claire Sinclair raised an eyebrow. "Why didn’t you wait for me?"

"Uh, well, it’s just—"

"Wait, you can see me?" Claire Sinclair asked, the realization dawning on her.

Henry Hartwell laughed. "I sure can. I have binoculars. Just head on in, and I’ll come down to find you in a bit."

CLICK...

The call ended.

Claire Sinclair frowned. She couldn’t begin to imagine where Teacher Hartwell could possibly be watching her from.

’Whatever. It’s not like I was counting on that flake to come get me. If I have to walk in alone, then I’ll walk in alone!’

Just as she was about to step onto the red carpet, an understated white sedan pulled up to the curb.

The car door opened, and a professionally dressed Linda stepped out.

Claire Sinclair felt as though she’d just seen her savior. "Linda!" she cried out in delighted surprise.

Linda’s eyes flashed with amazement when she saw her. A moment later, she recovered. "Wow, you’re Teacher Hartwell’s new talent, aren’t you? You’re so beautiful I almost didn’t recognize you!"

"Uh..." Claire Sinclair said, a little bashfully. "I’m Claire Sinclair."

"Claire Sinclair... a name that could bring empires to their knees! Great name!"

’...’ What was she supposed to say to that?

Linda seemed to sense her anxiety. She walked over and affectionately linked her arm through Claire’s. "Don’t just stand here, more people are arriving. Let’s head inside."

"Okay!" She was so relieved she didn’t have to go in alone.

Much of Claire Sinclair’s anxiety melted away, and she began to walk with more confidence.

As the two of them walked a little way down the red carpet, the sound of camera shutters grew more frequent. Claire Sinclair could feel the camera flashes focusing on her. If Linda hadn’t been with her, she was sure her knees would have given out.

Just then, someone suddenly shouted, "Director Linda, we’d like to get a few solo shots of the beautiful fairy you’re with! Could you please step aside for a moment? We’re begging you!"