Chapter 141: Chapter 141

Miles suddenly remembered what Helen Hale had just said and asked Paige Sterling, "Paige, why did Helen claim she was in a wheelchair because of you? You didn’t break her legs, did you?"

Paige Sterling, "Yeah, I did."

Miles opened his mouth wide, making an ’o’ shape. Paige managed to pull off such a big deal without any rumors getting out?

"So the Hale Family just let you off?"

"Of course not, but what can they do to me now?"

True, the Hale Family can’t even protect themselves right now.

Besides, Paige has never been one to back down; if she dared to confront Helen, she must have had support.

But Miles wasn’t familiar with Helen, so he naturally didn’t bother to care about her.

He asked Paige, "Paige, what do you want to play today?"

Paige looked clueless.

Miles noticed this and asked, "You’ve never been here to play?"

Paige has often been to the club, but she doesn’t really know what activities are available.

Miles quickly said, "No worries, I’ll teach you. Let’s try everything the club offers! Paige, after you’ve tried it, you’ll surely want to come more often."

Paige said she wouldn’t, said she’d never played, and she was telling the truth.

So Miles gathered a group to play with Paige, starting with cards, from the very basics.

Miles was worried Paige might be upset about not knowing how to play and kept comforting her at first.

But once Paige figured it out, she began winning decisively, defeating everyone who took turns playing against her.

The group was speechless.

They came eager to win, only to nearly lose everything, including their dignity.

They all stared at Miles in disbelief. Is this what you meant by not knowing how to play?

Miles was just as puzzled, "Paige, were you really a beginner?"

"I am now.", Paige said as she shuffled cards like a pro, "Thanks, I’ve learned yet another money-making skill."

"Paige, let’s keep going." Others were hesitant, not wanting to risk going bankrupt over a card game.

"Why aren’t you playing anymore?" Paige hadn’t had enough, "I’ve only won a few rounds. I might lose the next game; are you really that bad at losing?"

Miles noticed Paige seemed a little unhappy, thinking everyone was being overly cautious, "What are you all doing? Hurry up and play with Paige."

He added, "Paige rarely comes out to play; are you not going to make it enjoyable? Get a move on."

The group thought that Paige couldn’t win indefinitely; perhaps she’d start losing soon?

Plus, if they stop after losing a few rounds, people might think they can’t handle losing.

So the group gathered around again.

"We have to switch seats, you shouldn’t always sit there." They suspected Paige was sitting at the ’lucky’ spot.

Otherwise, how could she keep winning?

Paige nodded, "Fine then." Fresh chapters posted on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝕟𝕖𝕥

Thus, they resumed playing, and once they started writing IOUs, they began questioning their life choices.

Shouldn’t they be the ones consistently losing?

In any case, they firmly decided not to play cards with Paige again, ever!

Someone then suggested switching rooms to play Mahjong, because surely Paige wouldn’t win at Mahjong too.

But a few rounds in, and the person who suggested Mahjong was hiding in the bathroom, slapping themselves for making the suggestion.

Why on earth did they suggest Mahjong? Now they’ve lost so badly, they can’t even write IOUs, how embarrassing!

Paige was like a black hole when it came to card games!

Miles saw that the game was going nowhere, chuckled nervously, worried Paige might rope him in. "Paige, playing cards is pointless, so boring. Do you like car racing? I can call some others, we can race together," he suggested.

Paige looked at Miles, she had to admit Miles had a face that seemed fearless.

"Are you planning to create chaos on the streets?"

Miles felt Paige’s gaze and instantly clarified, "Of course not! We’ll race in the mountains; my family has a villa up there. The road is private, it’s thrilling and exciting. Want to go, Paige?"

Paige packed up her winnings, "No thanks."

If she did, Mr. Hawthorne would surely throw a fit again.

Trying to appease a man is exhausting, and it’s highly likely she’d be bedridden the following day.

"Come on, Paige, it’s too much fun to miss out on. If you’re worried Mr. Hawthorne might find out, I can call him and tell him," Miles suggested.

Paige looked at Miles, "Go ahead, if you dare."

Miles fell into silence; he didn’t dare.

Just staring at Paige more often could earn him piercing looks from Julian Hawthorne.

If he called Julian to say he wanted to take Paige racing at night, Julian might actually skin him alive.

"Paige, are you really not going?"

Racing without Paige would be meaningless!

Paige murmured a reply, ready to leave the club.

Suddenly, her phone rang; she saw it was Mr. Hawthorne. Instantly she gestured for everyone in the room to be silent before answering.

Julian Hawthorne asked Paige, "Are you out?"

Paige knew he could see her location, nodded, "Yeah, just playing with everyone."

Julian replied, "Come back early. I have a meeting; I’ll be home late."

Paige nodded, "Okay."

Usually, Paige and Julian spoke coldly and strictly, with a frigid demeanor.

But privately, their tone became... gentle?

It seems opposites really do attract. Two equally strong-willed people together can result in unexpected tenderness, can’t it?

As the group pondered this, Paige ended the call.

She turned to Miles, "Weren’t you planning to play? Let’s go then."

Miles was speechless.

Sure enough, Paige was wary of Mr. Hawthorne.

Look at that, Mr. Hawthorne isn’t home, and she dared to come out and play.

Miles stroked his chin, thinking it would take quite a man to handle Paige.

So the group took their luxury cars and headed to the mountain.

Upon arrival, another group was already waiting.

Paige even spotted Angus Langdon among them.

Angus never even imagined Paige was there. Seeing her, his instinct was to duck into his car and leave.

But Paige walked up to him, playfully teasing, "Young Master Langdon, what a coincidence! Haven’t seen much of you lately."

Angus looked uncomfortable, "Been busy..."

"Oh, I thought you were avoiding me, refusing to call me grandpa."

Angus had once casually said that if Paige could make five billion, he’d call her grandpa.

Never imagined it’d backfire so badly; now he avoids Paige, afraid she’ll actually make him call her grandpa.

Now, hearing her bring it up actively, he was mortified.

Just as he was going to argue, Paige continued, "Well, since we ran into each other today, how about calling me grandpa as promised?"

Angus’s face was grim, especially with so many people watching; he felt like a total joke.

"Paige, my dad and yours are of the same generation!"

"That has nothing to do with them, though. Our generations can be counted separately."

Miles hastened over to defuse the situation, "Come on, Paige, Angus has suffered enough, let’s not be too hard on him."

The face Angus wasn’t the only one suffering; back then, many here underestimated Paige, thinking what could a woman accomplish?

And while they were still asking their families for money, Paige had already earned money overseas.

It exemplified the saying: even among second-generation rich kids, some really stand out.

"Alright then, you can save calling me grandpa for later."