Hearing her words, Seth Quinn, whose expression had been indifferent, furrowed his brow.
'She's not the same Clara Grant as before? Does she mean that she used to be a young girl, but now she's a woman with a child? Or that she used to be pure and sweet, but now she's shameless, sleeping her way to the top?'
'Her ambitions aren't in acting? Then why is she in the performance department at The Nymphaea?'
But that wasn't the point. The real point was…
"Hook up with the president of Aegis? Become his wife? Do you even know who the president of Aegis is?"
A faint, mocking smile touched Seth Quinn's lips. With his arms crossed over his chest, he looked down at her and spoke.
The dazed woman looked up and shot him a look. "Whether I know or not... it's definitely not you!"
"Hmph!" Seth Quinn scoffed. "Even if you did, are you so sure you could actually get with him? The dignified president of Aegis—are you certain he'd even be interested in you?"
