I Married the President-Chapter 135: A Demonic Melee

Claire Sinclair decided this was a pointless conversation. It was better to just stop talking, lest she be accused of being melodramatic.

So, Claire Sinclair clamped her mouth shut, just wanting to put this whole thing behind her.

She had no idea that as the two of them entered the grand hall, they had become the center of a whole new world of attention.

All eyes turned toward them.

In an instant, gazes filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment all converged on Claire Sinclair.

"Why is Young Master Kingsley carrying a woman in?"

"Who is that woman?"

"No way, Young Master Kingsley has a new flame already!"

"I’m so jealous of the women who get to climb into Young Master Kingsley’s bed. Why am I never that lucky..."

In the crowd, Phoebe Lockwood had been making polite small talk with an old friend of her father’s. But the moment she saw Ethan Kingsley enter carrying Claire Sinclair, the flames of jealousy in her heart ignited once more.

’That damn bitch, stealing my spotlight again!’

Just then, another woman with the powerful aura of a queen entered through the hall’s main doors. She wore a black slip dress, twelve-centimeter high heels, and deep, smoky eye makeup, looking like a dark enchantress unleashed upon the mortal world.

"Selene Haw is here!"

"Ah, that’s my goddess!"

"She’s so cool. Selene Haw always has this edgy vibe. I absolutely love her!"

Selene Haw was a famous singer with over thirty million followers on Weibo. An excellent singer-songwriter, she had been hailed by the media as the "True Queen of Rock" and was the previous brand ambassador for M2L in Aridia. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Her arrival inevitably drew everyone’s attention.

"With her here, no one can possibly snatch away the M2L endorsement, right?"

"Not necessarily. Elara Vaughn, the massively popular starlet who just won the Golden Phoenix Award this year, is on her way. Her thirty million fans on Weibo are all rallying for her."

"Haha, I love watching a clash of the titans! I can’t wait to see who gets the endorsement tonight."

...

Hearing these nobodies fawning over them, Phoebe Lockwood suddenly cut in with a sneer, "Performers are just performers. All looks, no substance. A ’clash of the titans’? Heh, more like a free-for-all between a bunch of slutty vixens..."

After delivering her disdainful remark, she put on an air of aloofness and walked away.

The two nobodies were left completely baffled.

"Who was that woman just now?"

"No idea. Probably just some jerk."

"Some celebrities are highly educated, you know? People like her are just jealous!"

"Exactly!"

...

Selene Haw’s arrival undoubtedly diverted the crowd’s attention. They gradually lost interest in the playboy, Young Master Kingsley, and the woman in his arms.

Selene Haw’s attention, however, was captured by the pair.

A nearly imperceptible, sinister glint flashed in Selene Haw’s eyes as she began to walk toward them.

Spotting some empty seats, Claire Sinclair began to struggle. "Ethan Kingsley, there are chairs over there. Put me down, quickly."

There were fewer people over there, and she really couldn’t stand being carried by him any longer. The stares felt like needles pricking her skin.

Ethan Kingsley looked down at her pretty face. He could feel her hands struggling, but her legs remained completely still. A teasing glint appeared in his eyes.

’She clearly doesn’t want to be put down, so why pretend to be shy? This woman’s acting skills are far worse than those actresses.’

With this in mind, Ethan Kingsley deliberately slowed his pace. He tightened his grip on her thigh, wanting to see how she would react.

Claire Sinclair’s legs had gone completely numb. Although she could feel him tightening his grip, she couldn’t move them at all. All she could do was use her hands to push at his. "Don’t hold me so tight! And can you walk faster? If not, then just put me down!"

Ethan Kingsley chuckled. "Claire Sinclair, you’re so naughty."

"..." ’Is this guy crazy?!’