The Headline Queen: President Hawthorne is Her Die-Hard Fan! Chapter 93: New Product

Sumr Xavier saw the knife being slashed down, and she was just as stunned. She completely forgot to resist and just watched as the blade got closer and closer, until she finally closed her eyes and scread.

However, after waiting for a while, the expected pain did not co.

She slowly opened her eyes and found her head and limbs were intact, and she wasn’t bleeding.

She looked forward and saw the blade was still right in front of her, but it seed to be blocked by sothing.

She imdiately retreated, and only then did she realize her legs had gone soft, and she sat down hard on the ground.

Then she saw what had blocked the blade—a fist.

Following the fist, she saw it was sothing that had erged from Paige Sterling’s lower back.

Sumr Xavier suddenly burst into tears.

"Paige!"

The fist snatched the knife from the man’s hand and threw him away, and Paige helped Sumr Xavier up.

Sumr Xavier cried in Paige’s arms.

"It’s okay now."

The man quickly approached, "Sumr, Sumr, are you okay?"

Sumr Xavier imdiately looked at the man with resentful eyes.

The man felt a bit awkward, "Sumr, I didn’t do it on purpose just now, it was really just a reflex..."

Paige knew Sumr Xavier wanted to hit soone, but she had no strength right now.

So Paige very considerately used the artificial fist to slap the man.

The man’s face was imdiately slapped sideways, swelling up prominently.

The overly shocked Sumr Xavier now laughed instead.

At this mont, the person who had been thrown out ca back. No matter, even without the knife, he had his hands, so he grabbed the man entangling with Sumr Xavier and started beating him.

Soon the police arrived and took everyone to the police station.

The man who tried to slash soone confessed that he wasn’t aiming at Sumr Xavier, but at the man entangling with Sumr.

Because that man had slept with his girlfriend — it was just a love dispute.

Sumr Xavier gritted her teeth, "Scumbag!"

If it weren’t for Paige Sterling today, she would have been slashed to death because of this scumbag.

The man lowered his head, not daring to speak now.

And on this day, Julian Hawthorne happened to have a dinner appointnt and couldn’t cancel, so he went.

However, he had no interest, his expression indifferent.

Later, a sense of unease settled in his heart, and his expression beca more and more solemn.

Soone at the table said, "President Hawthorne, lighten up a bit when you’re out to have fun."

"President Hawthorne, why the gloomy look? Worried about sothing? Could it be about a woman?"

"I heard President Hawthorne has been close with that celebrity nad Paige Sterling recently, even handing over Penson to her. President Hawthorne holds her in high regard, could it be she’s the reason you’re upset?"

"What’s there to be upset about? As far as won go, they’re like clothes, if they don’t fit well or aren’t to your liking, just change them..."

"That’s right, President, don’t be too hard on yourself. Tell what kind you like, maybe I can introduce soone..."

A group of n chatted freely, becoming more and more outrageous.

"Clothes worn by President Hawthorne are out of the ordinary. I’ve heard that celebrity is quite capable. If President Hawthorne truly doesn’t want to wear these clothes anymore, could you lend them to to wear, haha..."

Julian Hawthorne’s face grew colder and colder, and in the end, he stood up and walked out without a word.

Although he said nothing, everyone could see he seed very angry.

A few days later, when their own backyard caught fire, they finally realized Julian Hawthorne was genuinely angry; they also learned Julian truly valued Paige Sterling.

Julian Hawthorne also issued a statent online, clarifying that Penson was not part of Hawthorne Group.

But that’s another story; at the ti, Julian Hawthorne left the private room, opened his phone to check if Paige Sterling had called or ssaged him, and unexpectedly saw a news notification.

—Female celebrity slashed in the street, killed on spot. Was it a cri of passion or an accident?

The photo attached was of Paige Sterling.

At that mont Julian Hawthorne’s heart skipped a beat; he’d forgotten how strong a woman Paige Sterling was, he only had that frightening headline in mind.

Shaun Jones drove over, "President..."

Julian Hawthorne was spaced out, completely missing what Shaun said.

Shaun Jones thought he was drunk, "President..."

Julian suddenly started running, so fast that he tripped.

Shaun paused, about to help Julian, but then Julian ignored his image and got up to continue running.

Shaun Jones, "..." He’d never seen Julian so disheveled and panicked.

What could make President Hawthorne so anxious surely must be sothing about Paige Sterling.

"President, get in the car, I’ll drive you."

Julian Hawthorne got in the car, his soul seemingly lost, and Shaun asked, "President, where to?"

"Pedestrian street." Julian’s voice was shaking.

The pedestrian street was still lively and bustling, elderly won were happily dancing at the scene of the incident, and there were no police—it didn’t look like a murder scene at all.

Julian Hawthorne finally cald down, though his hands were still trembling. He said to Shaun, "Go down and ask, what happened here at noon."

Shaun nodded and went down.

He ca back shortly, "President, soone did try to slash another person here at noon, but no casualties occurred."

Julian Hawthorne, "..."

Julian returned ho. The living room had a small orange lamp on, and Paige was sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a notebook, drawing and writing. She looked up and smiled at him as he entered, "You’re back."

Those three words gently struck Julian Hawthorne’s heart, finally calming his chaotic mind.

He walked over and suddenly pulled Paige into his arms.

Paige felt sothing was off with his mood and asked, "Julian, what’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to hug you."

Paige simply complied, letting him hold her, and after a good while, she heard Julian say, "I’m glad you’re okay."

Paige, "...?"

She suddenly recalled the news her robot had reported earlier.

"You didn’t look at those garbage news online and think I was slashed to death, did you?"

Julian didn’t answer, but the word "death" made him stiffen briefly.

Paige was speechless; the news was just clickbait, and Julian didn’t read past the title and got scared.

Damn it, all because of these trashy news pieces, writing random nonsense.

They scared a dignified seven-foot-tall CEO into this state.

Paige patted Julian’s back, "I’m fine, don’t worry."

After this incident, Paige found Julian even more clingy.

To reassure him, she reprogramd Julian’s phone, linking their devices to share locations, so Julian could check her whereabouts anyti.

But she warned him, "Don’t just constantly watch my whereabouts, okay?"

She still needed so privacy.

Julian agreed readily but in reality was watching Paige’s whereabouts all the ti.

Paige let him be.

With Paige leading the way, the lab’s elite efforts brought about new products from Penson.

Every ti new products launched, Penson held giveaways on social dia.

And every ti Penson did these giveaways, the platform would almost fall into chaos, because participating ant you could buy products worth tens of thousands for just a thousand, naturally attracting many people.

Even many foreigners would circumvent restrictions to join the giveaways.