CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: BLACK TECHNOLOGY

Paige Sterling walked up to the police and opened her phone, "Officer, listen to this, it’s their own words, they said that female celebrity was killed by them. Killing me is as easy as squashing an ant, I’m quite scared. Who knew they’d suddenly start fighting each other like mad dogs..."

Finally, Paige added, "Maybe that female celebrity’s spirit is haunting them."

The temperature in the room was already low, and with what Paige said, even the police shivered.

Given the complicated nature of the case, the police decided to take Paige to the station for further investigation.

As for those young men, due to their severe injuries, they were sent to the hospital for examinations first.

Being taken to the police station left Paige a bit helpless. She knew it wouldn’t take more than three minutes for her to be trending online again.

She had hoped to start a business quietly, but her capabilities just wouldn’t allow for anonymity.

Jared Sullivan had a meeting set up today, and the person he was meeting with was Julian Hawthorne.

His secretary suddenly approached with his phone, "President Sterling, your phone. The call is from the police station; there seems to be an incident involving Miss Sterling."

Julian Hawthorne paused briefly and looked at Jared Sullivan.

Jared immediately answered the phone and his expression changed as he stood up to leave.

Julian also stood, "Didn’t your car break down, President Sterling? I can drive you there."

At this moment, Jared couldn’t refuse such a kind offer, "President Hawthorne, just lend me your car, I have a driver."

"My car might be too unfamiliar for someone else. Let me drive you, President Sterling."

Jared didn’t give it much thought, suddenly feeling quite appreciative of this young man.

Julian drove quickly, but the usually clear road was congested today.

Jared was anxious, and Julian was too.

He asked Jared, "What happened to Miss Sterling?"

Jared replied, "They said she got arrested for fighting. It’s ridiculous; my delicate daughter, how could she fight and send someone to the hospital?"

Now Jared was worried his daughter might have been beaten, which made him anxious.

But Julian knew that the police might have been understating the situation, which could actually be more serious than they let on.

Of course, the serious situation certainly wouldn’t involve Paige.

But until he saw Paige and confirmed she was fine, his mood wasn’t much better than Jared’s.

He was driving with one hand, the other sliding on the phone screen as he sent Shaun Jones a text.

Receiving Julian’s text, Shaun immediately went on high alert.

Why would President Hawthorne ask him to bring a lawyer to the police station? He instinctively thought President Hawthorne was in serious trouble and didn’t dare delay, quickly bringing the company’s top lawyer to the station.

Meanwhile, Blondie’s family also received a call from the police.

Blondie’s mother was indifferent, convinced her son wouldn’t be the one to suffer outside; she didn’t care if others did.

But upon learning her son was the one beaten, her expression changed instantly.

"Who dared to beat our son?"

Blondie’s father, looking irritated, said, "Quiet down, will you? Do you think this matter is that simple? Even the death of that celebrity who jumped from a window is being dug up again. That fool has admitted it, and the recording is with the police!"

"What’s the big deal? Just pay to get the recording back. As long as we don’t admit it, without evidence, who can say our son drove anyone to death? Those celebrities are disgusting, failing to marry into wealthy families and making trouble for themselves, dragging our son into it!"

Blondie’s father was tired of arguing with this short-sighted woman, "Enough talk, I’ve sent someone to check on the hospital. Your precious son isn’t dead, so let’s head to the police station first and sort this out."

This is the internet era; if you get exposed online and spark nationwide attention, no matter how powerful you are, you’re done for.

But whoever dared to hit his son, they wouldn’t have an easy time either.

Whether it’s that dead celebrity or Paige, they’re all nobodies, with no power or background. No matter how much noise Paige makes, she’s still just a plaything in the entertainment circle. He didn’t believe that Paige’s benefactor would risk going against their family for a plaything.

Blondie’s parents arrived at the police station and first asked a familiar face for information.

The familiar face gave them some tips.

"Don’t make rash moves. Paige not only has recordings but also videos and your son’s signed confession. If you push her too hard, she might post them online, and no one will be able to save your son."

Blondie’s mother looked grim, "I want to see Paige, see what kind of nerve she has to trap my son like this. Does she really think holding on to this evidence will get her into a wealthy family? Foolish!"

That acquaintance smirked, almost breaking your son’s legs, does it look like she wants to marry rich? She’s trying to ruin your family, clearly.

Blondie’s father lost patience, "Be quiet."

It seems Paige came prepared; they must obtain that evidence. If needed, they can make some promises, even agree to let her marry in. But whether she can eventually do so depends on them, doesn’t it?

Paige was alone in the interrogation room, fully cooperating with the police. She answered every question and even straightforwardly admitted she was the one who did the beating.

The police asked how she managed to do it.

She directly displayed her high-tech device. The interrogation room went silent for a few seconds, then one officer rushed out, and soon enough brought back a whole group of police.

Even the chief came personally.

For a moment, Paige thought she had accidentally researched something she shouldn’t have, and now she’d be taken away for study.

But she didn’t expect the police to treat her so politely after entering, requesting her to demonstrate her tech again.

After Paige demonstrated, everyone looked at her with amazement.

"Miss Sterling, did you really make this?"

Paige nodded, "You all know how hard it is for a woman to survive out there. I made it for self-defense."

This is a hidden genius in research.

With such a top-notch research talent, the country’s level of technology would be raised by several notches. Paige’s value far surpasses that of someone like Blondie, a mere wastrel.

"Miss Sterling, I heard you’ve developed other things too?"

Paige nodded again. She hadn’t brought those, but she could explain.

Though she spoke with a blank expression and a flat tone, she captivated the police.

The group of policemen squeezed into the small interrogation room, sitting as straight as schoolchildren with shining eyes all focused on Paige.

The high-tech she described sounded like a fairy tale to them.

If they hadn’t witnessed Paige’s belt firsthand, they might not have believed it.

At this moment, a bald police officer walked in, the acquaintance of Blondie’s parents.

Seeing the scene, the bald officer frowned and scolded.