Sheryl Drake had a look of pure excitement, like someone just there to watch the show. "The contestants wanted to see who could last longer in a push-up contest. It's been over ten minutes, and they're still neck and neck."
'Over ten minutes...'
Claire's heart ached for him. Seeing her husband straining, she couldn't help but shout, "Mr. Quincy, you can do it!"
Adrian Quincy glanced up at her, but to maintain his breathing, he didn't speak.
Ethan Kingsley heard her voice and also looked up. A handsome curve formed on his lips, and he seemed to gain a new burst of motivation, his expression remaining composed.
Claire naturally didn't want Ethan to win, but she wouldn't resort to any tricks to interfere. She crouched down in front of her husband, meeting his gaze.
"Mr. Quincy, I want you to beat him."
Adrian Quincy gave a slight nod. He didn't need her to say it; he was going to win. He had no intention of losing to a rival—not in push-ups, and not in the election.
