Julian Hawthorne, "...?"
The next moment, he saw Paige Sterling pull out a bottle of nail polish from her bag and then... apply it on him.
Julian Hawthorne remained expressionless, neither retracting his hand nor stopping Paige, completely letting her do as she wished.
Simon Hawthorne watched this unfold, mentally cursing like crazy.
So-called germophobia, it’s only against people other than Paige Sterling, right?
Paige is quite something, daring to paint Julian Hawthorne’s nails.
The room fell silent, and then Julian suddenly spoke, "I heard President Sterling wants you to get married soon?"
Paige Sterling glanced at Julian sideways, "Yeah."
"So what do you think?"
"Of course, I’ll follow my dad’s wishes."
Julian pursed his lips, "And who are you marrying?"
Paige smiled, "Don’t you already know?"
Julian fell silent, feeling an urge to kill Austin Xavier.
Paige finished painting all five fingers of Julian’s right hand, testing his limits, but it seemed he had no limits with her.
Even letting her paint his nails without hesitation, yet if it were someone else, even a slight touch would earn them a sharp glare.
After a few drinks, far from feeling drunk, Paige felt her mind clear; some blurry matters became clearer.
Once Simon was picked up by Secretary Jones, Paige and Julian left too.
Paige wasn’t that drunk, but still a bit muddled.
She leaned back in her seat, squinting at Julian.
"Julian, why are you so good-looking?"
Julian glanced at her, "Do you like it?"
Julian looked at her for a while before Paige reminded him, "The light’s green, drive."
Julian turned back and continued driving.
But just then, a man suddenly dashed from the roadside into the middle of the road.
Julian hit the brakes sharply and said to Paige, "I’ll go check it out."
The car hadn’t hit anyone; Julian was sure about that.
However, as he got out, the man who was supposedly hit stood up and started cursing him, "Are you nuts? Think you’re great because you drive a luxury car? Think you’re great because you’re handsome?"
Julian smelled the alcohol on the man and frowned.
Paige watched through the windshield, seeing Julian as a dazzling light, while the man ranted incessantly, his eyes fierce, looking rather unpleasant.
Even though Julian had a strong aura, Paige worried he’d get bullied.
She opened the car door and got out, just in time to hear the man swearing.
"A grown man wearing nail polish, aren’t you disgusted? You’re disgracing all us men!"
"If you like being a woman so much, go get a sex change, sissy! Shameless!"
"I just hate these girly men like you, ruining our country’s moral fabric! How did your mom give birth to you?!"
Yet the more he cursed, the quieter his voice became, and he seemed to be stepping back. Fresh chapters posted on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥
Julian had his back to Paige at this point, so she didn’t see his expression.
She walked over and pulled Julian behind her, and threw a punch at the man.
"Go home drunk and yell at your mom instead!"
She held Julian’s hand, and he lightly hooked his fingers around hers, holding her tightly.
The man, suddenly slapped, was stunned, then enraged and pointed at Paige.
"You hit people after running them over in your car, is that reasonable?"
"You ran a red light and cursed others, where’s your reason?"
"Who cursed him? I’m just speaking the truth. A grown man with nail polish disgraces us men and distorts our societal values. Can’t I say a word or two?"
Paige, not backing down, sneered, "So what if he paints his nails? Is the polish yours? Just because you’re ugly, others can’t live refined lives? Is this world yours? Are you some savior? If you’re that capable, why not ascend to the heavens?"
Paige’s sharp words left the man with no room to retort, "If you’re ugly, be humble. Your hideous look doesn’t give you the right to act smug. Even F.I.R wouldn’t give you the courage. Two bottles of Chinese liquor, and you think you’re invincible?"
The man, already drunk, was infuriated by Paige’s provocations, so angry he could stab her.
"You damn woman, you..."
Before he could finish, Paige slapped him again, "You crawled out of a damn woman’s belly too. Did your mom ditch the person and raise the placenta instead? Your mouth’s so filthy, need me to stick you in a toilet to wash it out? Clean the crap out of your head?"
Paige slapped him hard again, making his face tilt.
"Glimpse your despicable self in a puddle sometime. Don’t think a loud voice makes you invincible; plenty of fists tougher than your stubbornness in this world!"
Embarrassed, slapped countless times by a woman in public, the man couldn’t tolerate it and swung his fist at Paige.
Julian’s eyes turned icy, his fingers hooked with Paige’s, instinctively wanting to pull her behind him.
However, Paige didn’t budge, and in the next instant, nobody saw how she moved, but the man flew off, landing far away.
The crowd gaped, "Wow, is she a martial arts master?!"
"Isn’t that the celebrity Paige Sterling?"
"Hey, there’s a celebrity here, come take a look."
The crowd got excited, swarming over with their phones out.
The man got up from the ground, realizing the situation, and shouted loudly, "A celebrity hit and ran over someone, come see, these wealthy people don’t care about us ordinary folks!"
Initially just giving him a few slaps as a lesson for his foul mouth, who knew the man would shamelessly accuse her so boldly?
Paige sneered, "Yell some more, go on, and in the end, call the police, check the surveillance, and investigate our car incident."
The man wiped his face, "What do you mean?"
Paige pointed to the car front, "You’re the one who ran a red light, you’re at fault. Even if everyone sides with you, the truth dictates the police’s judgment. At most, we get a ticket, but you, do you see this car? Know how much it’s worth? Your beer bottle dent did twenty grand in damage, think about how you’ll compensate."
Only now did the man remember when he rushed to the road, he also smashed a beer bottle against their car.
Now, hearing twenty grand, his drunkenness was scared away.