Chapter 93: Chapter 93

Summer Xavier saw the knife being slashed down, and she was just as stunned. She completely forgot to resist and just watched as the blade got closer and closer, until she finally closed her eyes and screamed.

However, after waiting for a while, the expected pain did not come.

She slowly opened her eyes and found her head and limbs were intact, and she wasn’t bleeding.

She looked forward and saw the blade was still right in front of her, but it seemed to be blocked by something.

She immediately retreated, and only then did she realize her legs had gone soft, and she sat down hard on the ground.

Then she saw what had blocked the blade—a fist.

Following the fist, she saw it was something that had emerged from Paige Sterling’s lower back.

Summer Xavier suddenly burst into tears.

The fist snatched the knife from the man’s hand and threw him away, and Paige helped Summer Xavier up. Fresh chapters posted on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽

Summer Xavier cried in Paige’s arms.

The man quickly approached, "Summer, Summer, are you okay?"

Summer Xavier immediately looked at the man with resentful eyes.

The man felt a bit awkward, "Summer, I didn’t do it on purpose just now, it was really just a reflex..."

Paige knew Summer Xavier wanted to hit someone, but she had no strength right now.

So Paige very considerately used the artificial fist to slap the man.

The man’s face was immediately slapped sideways, swelling up prominently.

The overly shocked Summer Xavier now laughed instead.

At this moment, the person who had been thrown out came back. No matter, even without the knife, he had his hands, so he grabbed the man entangling with Summer Xavier and started beating him.

Soon the police arrived and took everyone to the police station.

The man who tried to slash someone confessed that he wasn’t aiming at Summer Xavier, but at the man entangling with Summer.

Because that man had slept with his girlfriend — it was just a love dispute.

Summer Xavier gritted her teeth, "Scumbag!"

If it weren’t for Paige Sterling today, she would have been slashed to death because of this scumbag.

The man lowered his head, not daring to speak now.

And on this day, Julian Hawthorne happened to have a dinner appointment and couldn’t cancel, so he went.

However, he had no interest, his expression indifferent.

Later, a sense of unease settled in his heart, and his expression became more and more solemn.

Someone at the table said, "President Hawthorne, lighten up a bit when you’re out to have fun."

"President Hawthorne, why the gloomy look? Worried about something? Could it be about a woman?"

"I heard President Hawthorne has been close with that celebrity named Paige Sterling recently, even handing over Penson to her. President Hawthorne holds her in high regard, could it be she’s the reason you’re upset?"

"What’s there to be upset about? As far as women go, they’re like clothes, if they don’t fit well or aren’t to your liking, just change them..."

"That’s right, President, don’t be too hard on yourself. Tell me what kind you like, maybe I can introduce someone..."

A group of men chatted freely, becoming more and more outrageous.

"Clothes worn by President Hawthorne are out of the ordinary. I’ve heard that celebrity is quite capable. If President Hawthorne truly doesn’t want to wear these clothes anymore, could you lend them to me to wear, haha..."

Julian Hawthorne’s face grew colder and colder, and in the end, he stood up and walked out without a word.

Although he said nothing, everyone could see he seemed very angry.

A few days later, when their own backyard caught fire, they finally realized Julian Hawthorne was genuinely angry; they also learned Julian truly valued Paige Sterling.

Julian Hawthorne also issued a statement online, clarifying that Penson was not part of Hawthorne Group.

But that’s another story; at the time, Julian Hawthorne left the private room, opened his phone to check if Paige Sterling had called or messaged him, and unexpectedly saw a news notification.

—Female celebrity slashed in the street, killed on spot. Was it a crime of passion or an accident?

The photo attached was of Paige Sterling.

At that moment Julian Hawthorne’s heart skipped a beat; he’d forgotten how strong a woman Paige Sterling was, he only had that frightening headline in mind.

Shaun Jones drove over, "President..."

Julian Hawthorne was spaced out, completely missing what Shaun said.

Shaun Jones thought he was drunk, "President..."

Julian suddenly started running, so fast that he tripped.

Shaun paused, about to help Julian, but then Julian ignored his image and got up to continue running.

Shaun Jones, "..." He’d never seen Julian so disheveled and panicked.

What could make President Hawthorne so anxious surely must be something about Paige Sterling.

"President, get in the car, I’ll drive you."

Julian Hawthorne got in the car, his soul seemingly lost, and Shaun asked, "President, where to?"

"Pedestrian street." Julian’s voice was shaking.

The pedestrian street was still lively and bustling, elderly women were happily dancing at the scene of the incident, and there were no police—it didn’t look like a murder scene at all.

Julian Hawthorne finally calmed down, though his hands were still trembling. He said to Shaun, "Go down and ask, what happened here at noon."

Shaun nodded and went down.

He came back shortly, "President, someone did try to slash another person here at noon, but no casualties occurred."

Julian Hawthorne, "..."

Julian returned home. The living room had a small orange lamp on, and Paige was sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a notebook, drawing and writing. She looked up and smiled at him as he entered, "You’re back."

Those three words gently struck Julian Hawthorne’s heart, finally calming his chaotic mind.

He walked over and suddenly pulled Paige into his arms.

Paige felt something was off with his mood and asked, "Julian, what’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to hug you."

Paige simply complied, letting him hold her, and after a good while, she heard Julian say, "I’m glad you’re okay."

She suddenly recalled the news her robot had reported earlier.

"You didn’t look at those garbage news online and think I was slashed to death, did you?"

Julian didn’t answer, but the word "death" made him stiffen briefly.

Paige was speechless; the news was just clickbait, and Julian didn’t read past the title and got scared.

Damn it, all because of these trashy news pieces, writing random nonsense.

They scared a dignified seven-foot-tall CEO into this state.

Paige patted Julian’s back, "I’m fine, don’t worry."

After this incident, Paige found Julian even more clingy.

To reassure him, she reprogrammed Julian’s phone, linking their devices to share locations, so Julian could check her whereabouts anytime.

But she warned him, "Don’t just constantly watch my whereabouts, okay?"

She still needed some privacy.

Julian agreed readily but in reality was watching Paige’s whereabouts all the time.

With Paige leading the way, the lab’s elite efforts brought about new products from Penson.

Every time new products launched, Penson held giveaways on social media.

And every time Penson did these giveaways, the platform would almost fall into chaos, because participating meant you could buy products worth tens of thousands for just a thousand, naturally attracting many people.

Even many foreigners would circumvent restrictions to join the giveaways.