Claire Sinclair had actually seen the message he sent long ago, but she didn't want to reply. She tossed her phone aside, opened her laptop, and continued revising her manuscript.
'Who would want to deal with him? Not an ounce of sincerity.'
...
「The next day.」
Claire Sinclair was busy the entire day, completely absorbed in revising her manuscript. She revised it over and over but was never satisfied. In the end, she'd lost all her creative drive and nearly let all her hard work go to waste.
Before she knew it, it was half past six in the evening, and she suddenly remembered something very important.
'Oh, crap!'
'I've been buried in this manuscript all day and completely forgot about needing a formal gown. The banquet starts at half past seven. Is there even time to go buy one now?'
Claire Sinclair hurriedly tidied up her desk, getting ready to leave.
