Claire Sinclair smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Quincy mentioned your family is very wealthy. He borrowed a billion from your family last time. I assume he's paid it back?"
Henry Hartwell glanced at her, frowning. "What? If he hasn't, are you planning to pay it back for him?"
Claire Sinclair gave a dry cough. "Ahem, I don't have that kind of money."
Henry Hartwell chuckled. "Are you trying to get me to sponsor your show?"
Claire Sinclair nodded like a woodpecker. "Teacher Hartwell, I'm helpless and alone right now, so I can only count on you. Please, please help me out. I'm begging you!"
Henry Hartwell refused with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "The problem is, acting cute with me is useless. Have your man make an appearance, and I guarantee every tycoon in the country will be lining up to invest in you."
Claire Sinclair's eyes narrowed. "Teacher Hartwell, the whole reason I'm coming to you is because I don't want him to get involved."
