CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: MONEY TALKS

The men immediately shivered, trembling as they pulled off the valuable gold chains and handed them to Paige Sterling.

"Boss, we’ve given you everything valuable we have, we really have nothing left, is that alright?"

Paige Sterling’s eyes rose slightly, cool and emotionless, yet terrifying.

"What do you think?"

The tattooed man, over six feet tall, was genuinely frightened to tears.

"Then, then I’ll owe you for now, can we pay you back later?"

Paige made a nasal sound that sounded like a death knell to the men.

In an instant, the men knelt again.

"Boss, please, you can make us work like animals, just don’t kill me, okay? I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-month-old son at home..."

Paige stepped back in disgust, pocketing the stolen money and jewelry, threatening, "If you dare call the police about today, I’ll kill you."

"We wouldn’t dare, we really wouldn’t dare..."

They were involved in shady dealings themselves, so how could they dare call the police?

Just then, there was a loud thud behind.

Paige turned to see Austin Xavier, unable to hold on, had fallen to the ground, looking wretched.

It wouldn’t be right to just leave someone like that, especially since their families were old acquaintances.

But seeing how dirty he was, Paige didn’t want to touch him, so she used a robotic arm to grab Austin Xavier’s clothes and dragged him along.

The men sighed in relief as Paige finally left.

But seeing Paige so cold-heartedly dragging Austin, even letting his head bleed from bumps, they suddenly felt Austin Xavier was rather pitiful.

They hoped never to encounter this hardcore demon again!

When Austin hit his head against a wall, he finally woke up.

Upon waking, he saw himself being dragged by Paige and was grateful that no one was around; otherwise, Second Young Master Xavier would never show his face again.

Austin gritted his teeth, "Paige, stop!"

Hearing Austin’s weak voice, Paige turned to look at him.

Austin asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"To the hospital."

Austin stood up from the ground, trying to make himself appear presentable.

"Couldn’t you do it differently? Like call me an ambulance?"

"No," Paige said coldly, "now that you’re awake, call one yourself."

Austin stared at Paige intensely, Paige mystifyingly asked, "Are you moved?"

When she said this with a straight face, it sounded like a threat.

Thinking of her earlier ruthless behavior, Austin didn’t doubt for a second that if he wasn’t moved, Paige would punch him to death.

He struggled out the words, "I’m not moved."

Paige’s face was cold.

"Even though I didn’t intend to save you, I ended up saving you after all, and you’re not grateful? Austin, you must have been beaten up for a reason."

Austin gritted his teeth, "I’m moved, I’m f*cking moved to death! Paige, why don’t you just piss me off?"

Paige was rarely in a good mood, "I’ll take you to the hospital. Stay away from me in the future, you annoy me just by being around."

Annoyed by him? Austin was now tempted to stand up for himself and tell Paige to leave, who needed her help anyway.

But he was certain that if he really said that, Paige would definitely leave him alone.

What Austin didn’t expect was that when Paige said she’d take him, she continued dragging him.

Austin slapped away the mechanical hand Paige extended, "Wait! I don’t want you to drag me, I’ll walk myself."

Paige looked at him doubtfully, "Are you sure you can walk?"

Austin, "Even so, I don’t want you to drag me!"

Paige frowned slightly, it indeed wasn’t appropriate to parade through busy streets in such a state; it would affect the city’s image.

"Alright then, go to the hospital on your own."

She wasn’t going to disgrace herself with Austin, especially since she was still trending online.

With that, Paige decisively left.

Austin was so angry he collapsed again, "Paige, come back here!"

With a wrenching scream, Austin spat out a mouthful of blood.

Paige turned back to look at him, "Austin, you’re really annoying, did you know that? More nagging than an old lady."

Old lady Austin, "... come back, take me to the hospital, my ribs might be broken, piercing my lungs."

Paige frowned and, although reluctant, came back. This time, instead of dragging him, she helped Austin, though not gently.

Austin, afraid she would abandon him once in the car, held her hand tightly.

In the end, Paige was forced to get in the car, and even after they reached the hospital, Austin wouldn’t let go.

Paige was never one to go soft for a handsome man.

When impatient, she really couldn’t tolerate even a bit.

So Austin’s clingy behavior annoyed her, and she roughly shook off Austin’s hand.

Austin grunted in pain—his arm dislocated by Paige’s force.

He felt Paige bringing him to the hospital was just speeding him towards the morgue.

"Paige. Paige! Are you even a woman?"

"What does it matter to you?"

Austin, "...", was wheeled away by the doctor.

Paige prepared to leave the hospital, turned around, and saw Julian Hawthorne standing at the end of the corridor.

He wore a white shirt with his jacket draped over his arm, his tie, hair, and expression all immaculate.

Yet he seemed somewhat gloomy.

Paige nodded towards him.

Though they saw each other every noon, they weren’t exactly strangers now.

But Paige was the type to naturally distance herself from others, frankly speaking, utterly indifferent.

So after nodding, she didn’t plan to say anything to Julian Hawthorne.

As she walked past him, Julian spoke up.

"Paige, let’s have a chat."

Paige glanced at Julian, he was taller and looking down at her with low brows.

For some reason, Julian’s gentle appearance seemed kind and softened people’s hearts, almost making it impossible to refuse any request he made.

Her tone softened a bit.

"Didn’t we meet just at noon today? It’s too late, I want to go home and sleep. Whatever it is, let’s talk tomorrow noon."

After speaking, she yawned and was about to leave. After a few steps, she heard Julian’s indifferent voice behind her.

"I remember I still owe Miss Sterling ten million. If Miss Sterling doesn’t want to talk, then forget it."

Paige immediately halted, recalling the drone incident.

According to the timing, the drone should already be on the market and selling well.

With a smile on her face, Paige turned around, "President Hawthorne, where shall we talk?"

Typical money-grubber.