CHAPTER 2: CHAPTER 2: QUICK TO THROW A PUNCH

"Expose them."

In her previous life, in the company parking garage, she brushed past Julian Hawthorne, one of the widely rumored top three moguls in the business circle, after getting out of the car. She hadn’t even seen Julian Hawthorne before, much less exchanged any words with him, yet was caught by a few paparazzi who made up stories. Her many years of hard work in the entertainment industry were all turned into being backed by a powerful benefactor and she ultimately left the entertainment circle in the most humiliating manner.

Later, she discovered that those paparazzi were hired by Melody Mercer.

Now, she had no attachment to this fame-driven showbiz but even if she were to leave, she vowed to clean up all those pesky dogs.

Paige Sterling decisively walked up to the car and opened the door.

On the back seat sat a man wearing sunglasses, and Paige half-climbed in, throwing a punch at the man’s face.

However, the man moved faster, grasping her fist with his large hand, rendering her unable to move.

Paige was taken aback; during her time at Stellar, her physical condition was excellent, managing to fight ten people bare-handed without losing.

Yet her current body was delicate, easily subdued by the man.

Meanwhile, the man’s eyes were fixed on her, fiercely sharp, beneath his sunglasses.

Paige coldly chuckled, then thrust her face toward the man’s face and bit him before he could react.

Her gaze was hostile, and she didn’t hold back.

The man remained motionless, with his facial expression unchanged. From an outsider’s perspective, their position seemed more like a couple in love getting intimate.

When Leon Lowell rushed over and saw the scene, his scalp tingled as he started dragging Paige out of the car relentlessly.

After much effort, he only managed to separate Paige slightly from the man.

Paige rummaged around the man’s body but didn’t find a camera and said coldly, "Hand over your photo-taking equipment!"

The man calmly removed his sunglasses, and those dark eyes stared unblinkingly at her, like a deep, unfathomable icy pool, cold and sharp.

Paige was not the least bit afraid, grabbing the man’s tie and smacking his chest.

"I said hand over your photo-taking equipment, did you hear?"

The man was cold, but she was even colder and tougher.

The man spoke in a deep tone, "It’s in the pant pocket. You can get it yourself."

Paige reached into the man’s pocket, which was deep. After a while, she finally pulled out a phone.

At this moment, Leon Lowell managed to pull her out, and only then did they notice that, at some point, a group of black-suited bodyguards had surrounded them, all staring at them menacingly.

Leon was scared out of his wits, bowing towards the car with a face full of apologies.

"Sorry, sorry, really sorry, this is all a misunderstanding..."

Leon tugged on Paige’s hand, urging her to apologize quickly.

Paige was rather arrogant, her mouth curling in a sneer of blatant disdain, rolling up her sleeves as if to face them head-on.

What kind of fight was she planning to pick with those small arms and legs?

Leon firmly held onto her, continuing to apologize to the man in the car.

"Sir, this is truly just a misunderstanding. We can apologize, compensate..."

The man adjusted his shirt and then touched the bite mark on his face.

The bite was quite severe on his fair skin, making it particularly noticeable, almost disfiguring him.

Paige was completely like a biting dog; had Leon not pulled her off, his face would probably be bleeding.

The man glanced at Paige.

"Miss Sterling, I’ll be heading to the hospital for a medical assessment."

He waved his hand, and the bodyguards finally stepped aside.

Paige smirked, turned around, and stepped into the elevator in her high heels.

If not for the earth-shattering act she had just pulled off, Leon might have applauded her graceful exit.

Leon quickly caught up with Paige, the elevator door closing, their figures disappearing from the underground parking garage.

In the car, the driver glanced at Julian Hawthorne through the rearview mirror, seeing him still staring at the elevator doors, filled with dread.

"President Hawthorne, are you... alright?"

Julian Hawthorne had always forbidden anyone from getting close, for which he practiced skills comparable to special forces, and whenever he was in crowded places, he was always surrounded by bodyguards.

Yet just now, when Paige burst in, Julian clearly could have kicked her out before she got close.

But not only did he not kick her, he let her bite his face.

The old driver sensed a story brewing here.

Julian withdrew his gaze, scanning his face captured in the rear-view mirror, suddenly stunned.

"Drive to the hospital."

He actually needed to get his injury assessed?

The driver couldn’t help but shiver as he caught sight of Julian through the mirror, his face a bit somber.

Why did President Hawthorne’s expression look so terrifying?

In the elevator, compared to Paige’s calmness, Leon was anxious enough for his mouth to blister.

Every few days, she loved to let loose; none of the artists he represented had ever been trouble-free.

"Paige, did you hear him calling you Miss Sterling just now?"

Paige was indifferent, "So what?"

"That means he recognized you!"

Paige nonchalantly glanced at Leon, "Then?"

Leon screamed inside, Ancestor, if he’s not a paparazzo and recognized you, he’s definitely going to trouble you!

"Forget it, forget it, that’s not the most important thing right now.", Leon remembered their purpose here at Stellar today and reminded:

"Regardless, when you meet Mr. Young later, you should humble yourself a bit, say some nice things, and secure the DR endorsement first."

Leon advised sincerely, DR highly favors you, specifically wants you as their spokesperson. As long as the company agrees, this is your chance to turn things around; you must take it seriously. Don’t give up for any reason, you understand?

Paige responded affirmatively, "Don’t worry, I understand."

Her agreement was reassuring, and Leon finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the general manager’s office door, the secretary stopped them, saying the general manager was in a meeting and to wait.

Yet there was clearly a woman’s coquettish laughter coming from the office, unmistakably not a meeting.

Leon advised Paige to endure, and she replied with an "oh," appearing quite obedient, but promptly turned around, kicking the door open with her nine-centimeter heels.

Back when she was famous, Stellar was merely a third-rate entertainment company in the industry. Signing her, she single-handedly supported all of Stellar.

Now, having grown big, using her to launch newcomers, they’re squeezing her out?

In Paige Sterling’s life, there’s absolutely no way she would tolerate being bullied.

Leon watched the door wobbling from Paige’s kick, internally roaring in agony.

Aaaaah, Paige was always the cool queen before, but not violent.

Today, she was not only cool but also violent, ready to kick someone to death at any disagreement.

Is she possessed?