"Thanks, Dad."
As soon as Quinn held the banner, the journalists with them couldn't stop snapping photos, heaping praise on her beauty. But the farmers quickly caught on and rushed over to grab the banner back.
"Who do you think you are?! What are you doing with our banner? It's meant for Clara!"
"That's just absurd! How could you even think of taking credit for Clara's work?"
Folks from North Ashford were known for their directness and had no patience for anyone trying to steal someone else's thunder.
A dozen government officials were momentarily puzzled and looked at Quinn. "Aren’t you Miss Clara?"
Quinn's smile stiffened, and Johnny jumped in, "Clara? No way. It was Quinn who pitched in with the farming support. Clara only made a mess of things. You must've got the names mixed up."
The farmers were instantly livid. "What a load of rubbish! We’ve seen Miss Clara working hard ourselves. What do you mean we got the wrong name? You're trying to snatch her credit, aren't you?"
Snatching the banner back, they firmly placed it in Clara’s hands, forming a protective circle around her while shooting suspicious looks at Johnny and Quinn.
A government official who recognized Johnny whispered, "Did you really bring two daughters for the farming aid project, Johnny?"
Johnny felt a knot in his stomach, sure that this crowd had confused the names. "Yeah."
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