Henry Hartwell considered himself a smooth talker, but he was always outmatched in front of this man.
He could only secretly speculate that something big was going to happen on June 2nd.
"Okay, I'll call you as soon as I get the answer. Let's get to the point. I've been swamped these past few days and don't have time to entertain you."
Henry Hartwell was likely the only person in the world who dared to speak to Adrian Quincy that way.
Adrian Quincy said expressionlessly, "Claire was late because of me."
Hearing this, Henry Hartwell was thunderstruck. "This is your 'business'?"
Adrian Quincy nodded.
Henry Hartwell was stunned. "You… Eldest Young Master Quincy, the incorruptible Duke Quincy, are pleading on behalf of some girl???"
"It's a man's duty to dote on his wife. A harmonious and loving marriage contributes to the citizens' sense of well-being."
"Yeah, right. Are you and Claire Sinclair married?"
