Claire Sinclair lifted her feeble hand, picked up the phone from the table, and glanced at the time. It was a quarter past ten.
'No way!!!'
Claire shot up in bed. The moment she jumped out, her body gave way and she collapsed onto the floor beside it.
Her entire body was weak, her legs powerless. Her knees, in particular, refused to straighten.
'Just how wild was last night!!!'
Claire was too embarrassed to recall the events of last night—in fact, she didn't dare to. She quickly opened the livestream page on her phone. Astoria Television was featuring Adrian Quincy's speech on its front page.
The speech had already begun.
Claire eagerly tapped on it, hearing him speak eloquently in fluent English.
He was so confident, so at ease, like a young professor giving a university lecture, or a benevolent ruler touring among his people. Gentle and refined, with a graceful bearing—it was a side of him she had never seen before.
