The Headline Queen: President Hawthorne is Her Die-Hard Fan! Chapter 37: Can You Help Me?

When they got to the elevator entrance, they saw Simon Hawthorne spraying a bottle of perfu back and forth.

Julian Hawthorne frowned slightly.

And as Simon saw Julian frown, he quickly stashed the perfu away and stood up straight.

"Brother, are you going to eat too? I just made a reservation. How about we go together?"

Julian remained expressionless, "I also made a reservation."

Then added, "And I’m eting soone."

Simon, "Who? Paige Sterling?"

Julian responded reservedly with a hum.

Simon giggled, "So, how far have you two gotten?"

Julian said nothing, so Simon probed, "Living together yet?"

Julian frowned, then Simon asked again, "Kissed yet?"

Julian still frowned, so Simon continued, "Held hands?"

Julian’s brows remained furrowed, prompting Simon to exclaim, "You haven’t even held her hand yet?"

Julian shot Simon a cold glance.

Simon imdiately shut his mouth.

But once inside the elevator, Julian took the initiative to speak, "What did you spray on yourself?"

Simon thought his brother was too much of a straight-laced prude, "It’s perfu, bro. A scent that drives won crazy, seducing them just like lipstick and makeup do. Any woman who slls it can’t resist a man’s charm..."

However, Simon’s enchanted expression quickly disintegrated as Julian said, "Who gave you permission to spray that stuff at the company? Disrupting order, confiscating it."

Simon stared blankly at Julian’s outstretched palm.

"No, brother, how can you..."

"One month’s salary deduction."

"Brother, how can you..."

"Two months."

Simon finally begrudgingly handed over the perfu, "Brother, you’ll return it when you’re ho, right? It’s custom-made by a master who just passed away last month; it’s the only one in the world."

Julian said nothing and walked away with the perfu.

He still got to the restaurant before Paige Sterling and went to the restroom first after arriving.

When he ca out, the "irresistible" allure was upon him, its fragrance drawing repeated glances from several restaurant waiters.

Coincidentally, Skylar Hughes also saw Julian in this restaurant.

There was a man next to her saying sothing, and though she looked annoyed at first, her face suddenly lit up upon seeing Julian.

She stood up, prompting the man beside her to think she was leaving, so he grabbed her hand.

"Skylar, I really like you. You said you liked Hermès and LV, I bought them for you. You liked Audi, I also got you one. I try my best to et your demands. Why won’t you accept my pursuit? What’s wrong with ?"

Skylar sneered in her heart, thinking that a few LVs, Hermès, and an Audi were too much for him to bear.

How could she be with such a financially tight man?

Now with Julian right in front of her, she had no desire to entangle with this man any longer and coldly said, "Dylan Dunn, what do you take for? You think I’m that shallow of a woman? You really disappoint ! Let’s not see each other anymore!"

Great, she could break free of Dylan’s pestering while making him think it was his own fault.

Skylar had used such tactics many tis before, never failing.

This ti was no different.

Dylan imdiately blad himself, "Sorry Skylar, I didn’t an it that way, I..."

Skylar shook off his hand, looking furious, "That’s it then. Don’t contact again."

Even though Dylan’s family had so money, they were nothing compared to the Sterling Family. She could never fancy such a person.

And it was Dylan who chose to like her; those gifts were sothing he insisted on giving. What did it have to do with her? Now he acted as if he made a huge sacrifice, calling him absurd.

Dylan stubbornly refused to let Skylar go, their struggle attracting the attention of those around them.

Skylar forcefully shook off Dylan and suddenly rushed toward Julian.

"President Hawthorne, please help ," looking terrified of being pestered.

At this mont, Julian saw Paige Sterling arriving across the street, ready to enter a private room.

Skylar lunged at him as if to crash into his arms, but he reflexively dodged, quickly sidestepping.

The evasive move was exaggerated, as if avoiding the plague, causing Skylar to embarrassingly crash into a table without any buffer.

She could only save face herself, pitiably looking at Julian.

"President Hawthorne, don’t you recognize ? We’ve t a few tis, my father is Jared Sullivan..."

Julian’s gaze was indifferent as if he had never t Skylar, maintaining quite the distance from her.

Skylar had never received such a cold reception from a man.

Yet all the impossibilities occurred with Julian.

She had tried to invite Julian out using work as an excuse before, but Julian always ignored her.

She understood Julian treated all won that way, so she wasn’t particularly upset. In fact, she thought Julian had the right to be proud given his great family, strong abilities, and exceptional looks.

Only such an outstanding man in every aspect could be worthy of her.

Thus, she was determined to have Julian.

She planned to warm Julian’s heart gradually, believing that one day she’d conquer him and he would follow her every word.

But at that ti, she planned to tornt Julian a bit for being so cold towards her now.

"President Hawthorne, I’m being pestered, could you help ?"

Skylar looked at Julian with expectation, only to see his calm expression suddenly soften.

She thought it was aid at her but quickly realized Julian’s eyes were looking elsewhere.

Following his gaze, Skylar saw Paige Sterling.

Skylar’s complexion changed instantly, mood turning gloomy.

At that mont, a waiter pushing a serving cart ca by, the cart moving too fast and headed straight for Julian’s waist.

Julian was looking at Paige, seemingly unaware.

But Paige promptly stepped over, grabbed Julian’s arm, and pulled him aside.

During the whole process, Julian didn’t resist. Instead, he naturally moved closer to Paige, the two of them standing very close.

Compared to when he avoided Skylar, this scene was particularly striking.

Skylar’s expression distorted slightly; Paige was always trying to take what belonged to her.

Now, had she gone as far as trying to snatch even the n from her?

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