CHAPTER 390: CHAPTER 390: NO OTHER WAY

Paige Sterling agreed, and he instantly became overjoyed, tears welling up in his eyes.

"President Sterling, I knew you were a good person, thank you, thank you. Don’t worry, I will be absolutely loyal to Penson in the future and develop more new products for them!"

Paige smiled and asked again, "Have you resolved your contract issues with the other company?"

His face stiffened, "President Sterling, wasn’t Penson supposed to help me with the contract?"

Paige smiled even wider, thinking these people had all had their IQs drastically lowered since leaving.

"Why would you think that? The contract was signed by you, what obligation does Penson have to resolve it for you?"

He panicked, "President Sterling, I signed a 50-year contract, they really screwed me over. I can’t afford the penalty fees. If Penson doesn’t help me out, how can I go back and be of service? President Sterling, you have to help me!"

Paige couldn’t comprehend why these people thought they were so entitled.

"Have Penson pay a sky-high penalty fee for you and let you return to enjoy the benefits? Why do you think your talent is worth such a cost to me?"

"President Sterling..."

Paige’s expression was indifferent, "Just as I could have trained you, I can train a new batch of people just as easily, and it would cost much less than paying your penalty fee. So, what do you think I should choose?"

He suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave.

He understood that Paige never intended for him to return. He thought he was talented, and Penson couldn’t do without him.

But in fact, from Paige’s perspective, he was just another talent produced on Paige’s assembly line. Paige could easily make another batch like him if needed. He was overly proud, thinking he could have a broader future outside Penson, forgetting that his achievements were because of Paige. Without Paige, he was nothing.

He felt a little panicked, as he was now unable to further improve his skills. Once the new company squeezed out what little he had left, he couldn’t begin to imagine how they would treat him.

Paige drove home, coincidentally it was school dismissal time. Upon passing Burt Chambers’ high school, Burt saw Paige’s car and ran over to stop it.

Paige pulled over, and Burt climbed in, with his fake friends all crowded around the window to greet Paige.

"Paige!"

Their faces flush with excitement, as if they were on a sugar high.

"Paige! We all saw the new holographic game developed by Penson! You’re amazing, Paige!"

"Paige, Paige, I’ve been waiting forever but couldn’t get a holographic headset, could you help us get one through an internal channel?"

Those fake friends, each wanting to use an internal channel to buy a helmet from Paige, made Burt panic.

"Get out, this has nothing to do with you..."

However, he closed the window, smiled at Paige, "Sister, have you been tired lately?"

Paige glanced at him, "Do you have something to say?"

Burt rubbed his hands together, "Sister, I’m your brother, right? So, if there’s an internal channel, shouldn’t I be the first to get it? Could you give me one of those holographic helmets?"

Paige looked cold, and Burt wanted to hold onto her sleeve and act cute, but Paige’s cold demeanor and icy fist made him hesitate.

He could only look at Paige with aggrieved eyes.

"Sis, please, just give me one, alright?"

What young person doesn’t love gaming?

Burt was also quite the avid gamer.

Now that his cousin was creating such a buzz with her holographic games, everyone envied him. He bragged outside, saying how much Paige cared for him, and that his house was filled with holographic helmets.

But the truth was rather pitiful. He only had one holographic study helmet, and he had broken it down. He didn’t dare let anyone know.

While Burt was lost in thought, Paige nodded, "Alright, just come first in your entire grade for the finals this time."

Burt, "...!!"

Are you a devil? Do I look like someone who could come first in the grade?

Burt was in despair, "Sis, I’m really not as good as you think. Could you lower the requirement a bit?"

"You think first in the grade is a high requirement? What makes you think you deserve a gift from me? Go back and study your exam papers."

Burt, "..."

Having grown accustomed to this kind of torment, he quickly pulled himself together, "Sis, isn’t there a study helmet? Give me a study helmet, I might just aim for the top with it."

Paige raised an eyebrow and asked, "Your brother didn’t give you one?"

Burt looked embarrassed, "He did... but I broke it down..."

Paige, "..."

In the end, Burt was driven out of the car by Paige.

A group of fake friends immediately gathered around, "So how’s it, Brother Burt? Did Paige agree to let us use the internal channel?"

Burt nodded, and the group cheered, but soon Burt brought them back down to earth.

"She said to get first in the entire grade first."

Everyone, "...", looking at one another with shared despair, "Forget it, I’ll go back and study my exam papers, dreams are always worth having, what if they come true?"

The group sighed, heading home, and kept asking Burt along the way.

"Brother Burt, tell us, with such an awesome sister pushing you every day, why are you still just a slacker?"

"What do you mean? If I’m a slacker, then you’re not?"

"Even if we’re all slackers, we don’t have an awesome sister. If we had such an awesome sister, we wouldn’t be called slackers, but life winners."

Burt, "..."

Although those words stung, they made sense when he thought about it.

Burt proudly snorted, "Blame yourselves for not being born into the right family."

Soon, Paige realized she was being followed.

The person’s behavior was a bit crazy, weaving in and out of the road, maintaining a parallel speed with her car.

This behavior itself was extremely dangerous.

She thought they had some agenda for following her, but then the car window opened, revealing a bunch of teenagers who looked like high school students waving at her.

Paige frowned, were these youths seeking death?

Things got even crazier when they realized she was ignoring them. They began urging the driver to cause a collision to get her attention.

On a busy street, Paige was concerned about public safety, and despite wanting to dodge, she ended up having her car collide with theirs.

Both cars suffered some damage, and Paige got out of her car, her eyes cold.

She wasn’t very good at giving lectures, usually preferring to resort to fists since they seemed more effective than words.

But in this situation, resorting to fists was clearly not feasible.

She looked at the driver who got out and asked, "Are you a taxi driver for hire?"

This kind of behavior she had seen in the entertainment industry before, where crazy fans would pay drivers to take them to see their idols.

She knew of a male celebrity who had been forced into an accident on the highway by such hired drivers and died on the spot.

Paige was very opposed to such behavior.

The driver looked awkward, "They insisted that I chase after you, I had no choice..."

"No choice? If something happened because you hit me, can you take responsibility? If they got hurt, can you take responsibility? How many lives do you think you have to spare?"

The driver stammered, unable to respond.