The Headline Queen: President Hawthorne is Her Die-Hard Fan! Chapter 13: I’m Easygoing

Paige Sterling gave a cold smile, "Really? Have you asked Seth Shaw? Is this his house?"

Paige couldn’t be bothered to argue with them and picked up the phone on the desk to call the property managent. Only then did Seth and lody start looking for clothes to put on.

Soon, the property managent arrived, and Seth was the first to speak, "Property managent, you’re just in ti. Quickly get this woman out of here! And don’t let her co in and harass again!"

The property security, hands behind his back, said, "Mr. Shaw, we can’t do that because Miss Sterling is an owner in this complex. This house also belongs to Miss Sterling. Now, Miss Sterling wants you to leave her house imdiately. Please cooperate."

lody and Seth were stunned.

"Impossible, this is clearly Leon Lowell’s friend’s house, how could it be yours?"

Paige replied with a cold smile and kicked Seth hard below the waist.

Seth let out an earth-shattering scream. The viewers of the live stream even felt a chill from behind their phone screens.

Is he going to be impotent now?

"Because you had nowhere to live, and because I was afraid of hurting your self-esteem, I had Leon tell you it was his friend’s house, letting you stay temporarily. Who knew you’d bring a woman into my house to ss around? Seth Shaw, you really have so nerve."

From today, Seth’s label as a mooch and a jerk won’t leave him.

How he once used affection as bait to climb over , now he gets to crawl back out the sa way.

In the end, Seth and lody were dragged out by security, while Paige picked up the phone on the sofa.

The phone had shut down due to a dead battery.

Paige felt that her acting today could win an award.

Amidst the internet’s frenzy over lody and Seth’s indecent photos and videos, the cash-strapped Paige hauled Seth’s luxury items to the plaza using a big truck and set up a street stall.

Wearing a mask and sunglasses, she slouched lazily on a small stool with a gaphone, listlessly shouting, "90% new brand-na items at clearance prices! Don’t miss it if you pass by!"

Due to the low prices, quite a few people bought things, and by the end of the morning, almost everything was sold.

There were a few leftover items she planned to throw away, but when she turned around, she found Julian standing behind her.

He was also wearing sunglasses, an indifferent expression on his face, "Miss Sterling, are you really short of money?"

A rich heiress setting up a street stall with her ex-boyfriend’s personal items—it couldn’t be anything but money troubles, Julian couldn’t think of any other reason.

Paige tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Mr. Hawthorne, do you want to buy sothing? I’ll give you a discount."

Julian glanced around, "Just a pile of garbage."

Even his pores exuded disdain, "Miss Sterling, please take your pile of garbage and leave the Hawthorne Group’s plaza now."

Paige looked around carefully and saw that in front of the plaza stood the Hawthorne Group’s office building, which was also owned by the Hawthorne Group.

Amidst the bustling crowd, she was the only one flaunting her stall in public, affecting the cityscape.

"Then I’ll go."

Paige rolled up the cloth, throwing the remaining items and the cloth into the trash.

Shaun Jones stood statue-like next to Julian, an expression of speechlessness on his face.

President Hawthorne had been watching her set up the stall for a long ti before coming out to chase her away after she’d sold everything.

This is quite thoughtless.

But watching Paige really leave, Julian pressed his lips, seeming a bit regretful.

"Miss Sterling, aren’t you going to help with my illness?"

Paige turned back to see Julian standing against the backlight in the evening glow, a man over six feet tall standing there gracefully, his eyes fixed intently on her, and for a mont, Paige thought she saw a hint of grievance in him.

"Mr. Hawthorne, I didn’t say I wouldn’t help, but with your illness..."

Julian continued Paige’s sentence, "No matter how complex my illness is, it started because of Miss Sterling. I just need you to spend two hours every day face-to-face with to cooperate in my treatnt, isn’t that too difficult for Miss Sterling?"

This was the longest thing Paige had heard Julian say since she had known him.

The tone was courteous, serious, still like he was at work.

Anyhow, Paige didn’t hear any other aning from him.

She thought for a mont and then nodded, "Okay."

Julian said, "Every day at noon, I’ll wait for you at the restaurant across the street."

Next to him, Shaun Jones slyly squinted at Julian.

Noon, isn’t that when people have lunch and take naps?

The two of them will have lunch and then take a nap together, tsk tsk...

President Hawthorne is very cunning indeed.

"Miss Sterling, you don’t have any other plans now, do you?"

Paige shook her head, and Julian looked at the ti, "It’s almost noon now, Miss Sterling, please."

Paige, "..."

Paige and Julian entered the restaurant together.

As soon as they sat down, the waiter ca over with the restaurant nu, and Julian looked at Paige.

Paige said, "You order, I’m easy."

Julian didn’t even look at the nu and casually ordered a few dishes, saying, "No cilantro or onions, less salt."

Paige looked at Julian in surprise—weren’t those her dietary preferences?

Julian t Paige’s gaze, raising an eyebrow slightly, "Does Miss Sterling also not eat cilantro or onions?"

Paige didn’t reply, she looked at Julian with a aningful gaze.

This diehard fan was doing quite a good job pretending.

If she hadn’t already seen his phone, Paige might have almost believed his nonsense.

"Mr. Hawthorne, did you get information about my likes and dislikes from an online encyclopedia?"

Julian pressed his lips, about to say sothing, but Paige already understood his trick.

"Mr. Hawthorne, are you going to say I’m being presumptuous again?", she tugged at the corner of her mouth, "It’s just that you’re my fan, what’s there to hide, anyone would praise Mr. Hawthorne for having good taste for admiring soone outstanding like ."

Julian simply stopped talking, while Paige suddenly stood up, leaned over the table and pulled out the pen clipped to Julian’s shirt.

At this mont, she was so close to Julian that she could even feel his breath suddenly beco cautious.

She playfully winked at Julian.

"Mr. Hawthorne, the watch you’re wearing and the shirt you’re wearing are both endorsed by , even the sunglasses and pen you have are also endorsed by , why do you like so much?"

Julian sat frozen, trying to feign calmness, but his body’s reaction betrayed him.

His face turned red, and even the tips of his ears were crimson.

When Paige was in the interstellar realm, she was entirely focused on her lab work and had no interest in male species.

But at this mont, seeing Julian like this, she inexplicably felt delighted.

"Mr. Hawthorne, the signature on your shirt is a batch order from the manufacturer, not personally signed by . If you want my autograph, you just have to ask."

After speaking, she leaned even closer to Julian, holding his shirt collar with one hand while carefully signing her na with the pen.