After the spokesperson was announced, there was still a new product launch, so the event was far from over.
Claire Sinclair didn't want to be the center of attention, so she handed the contract to Teacher Hartwell and made an excuse to go to the restroom.
The women's restroom was empty. After relieving herself, Claire Sinclair walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet to wash her hands.
As she washed her hands, her mind drifted a million miles away, and she paid no attention to the mirror.
She was completely unaware of the figure that had just appeared in the mirror behind her...
"Claire Sinclair!"
Claire Sinclair jumped. Seeing Phoebe Lockwood in the mirror, her expression instantly soured. "What do you want?"
Phoebe Lockwood's gaze was fixed on the black suit Claire was wearing. "If I recall correctly, this suit belongs to Young Master Quincy, doesn't it?"
Claire scoffed. "Is that any of your business?"
