Paige’s voice was clear and cold as she spoke, “But now I’m going to solve Rachel’s problem, which in disguise is also considered to be saving the Folsom family for a game, so I have to give you guys an explanation.”
The words fell, and the large conference room fell silent.
The crowd looked at her in silence, unable to digest the shocking truth she had spoken for a moment.
Nick was seated first to Paige’s left, and after hearing the name of THE Folsom family, his hand holding the pen stayed in a death grip, his eyes behind the black frames of his glasses repressing extreme hatred.
But in the end, it was he who was the first to speak out.
“Sister Paige, I’ll only ask one thing.” He almost asked through clenched teeth.
“You ask.” Paige looked at him.
“Are you really sure that that time in River Town was entirely Emery’s own idea, and that the Folsom family didn’t have anyone directing them?” Nick asked as he tried his best to press down the pain in his heart.
Everyone looked to Paige.
“That’s something I’m basically sure of now, if THE Folsom family really wanted to kill me so badly, I wouldn’t have had to dwell on it for so long when I went to get the book last time, it would have just taken my life.”
Paige said indifferently, “But no matter what, Emery, this person, is indeed the Folsom family cultivating …”
“How can you use common sense to speculate on perverted logic, like if I suddenly go and kill someone, should it be on your head too Sister Paige?”
Nick interrupted her for the first time and sat there, clutching his pen tightly and said, “Since THE Folsom family didn’t go as far as slaughtering a city for such a deranged act, it really shouldn’t have come down to a broken home.”
“…”
Paige looked at him with some surprise, he was harboring Angie’s death in his heart with the most hatred, but he said something like this at the moment, obviously trying to let her off the hook a bit.
“Sister Paige.” Carrie on the side also opened her mouth, she raised her eyes to Paige and paused before continuing to ask, “If Blanca didn’t stop looking for you and didn’t forget you, would you recognize her, would you be this THE Folsom family person?”
“…”
Paige looked over at Carrie.
I had to say, none of the guys she had brought in were dumb, they were all smart as hell and asked questions that never went straight to the heart of the matter.
“You wouldn’t either, would you?”
Carrie looked up at the pictures of Mira, Bobby, Angie and the rest of them on the wall, her eyes turning sour, “Because their deaths are a knot you can’t get past, and because of them, you’ll never recognize your ancestors.”
“…”
Paige lowered her eyes, “It doesn’t matter …”
“It matters.” Carrie interrupted as well.
It mattered.
It meant that Paige had everyone in her heart even though she hadn’t said anything, and what kind of complaints could they have following a boss like that?
Cynthia and a few of them nodded as they listened.
Nick pressed the pen in his hand and stood up from his position, “Sister Paige, in fact, you don’t need to have such a long story, and you don’t need to use it to ask for our opinions, what you are going to do, there is nothing that Peak Club, Temple in Heaven won’t do from it.”
They believed in her Paige.
What she, Paige, was going to do, they recognized it, and they did it.
As the words fell, the entire room stood up, looking at Paige in unison, determination etched in their eyes.
Paige hadn’t expected them to move so much, she sat there in silence, looking at each of their faces, all of whom had been with her for three years and more.
After a long moment, she rose from her position, her thin fingers pressed the edge of the conference table, and turned to leave, leaving behind the words, “Wait for my specific orders.”
“Yes.” The crowd responded in unison, without a minute’s hesitation.
…
It was night at The Gustin family’s villa estate.
Paige squeezed two glasses of orange juice in the kitchen and walked upstairs with both hands.
In the gym, Enrico, still wearing a shirt, was lying on the equipment doing arm stretches, probably because he thought the shirt was too tight, not only the cufflinks, but also the buttons on the front placket were unbuttoned several times, and the muscles in front of his chest were clearly visible as he sat up.
If not for the face of the moment cold a little scary, do not get close to the general, that belongs to the man’s body sexy or very provocative.
Paige leaned in the doorway and cocked her head for a moment.
“Haven’t seen enough, do you want me to take off my clothes and show you?” Enrico’s cold voice came from inside, the tone was not even talking about flirting with her, it was clearly an evil fire.
Paige had to walk in with two glasses of orange juice, her voice taking on a touch of deliberately pleasing softness, “You’re just getting better from your fracture, don’t rush the gym.”
Enrico sullenly sat up from the equipment, a pair of deep eyes looking at her coldly, his voice also cold, “I’m still working out not for your welfare?”
He’s been all over the place since Kelsey showed up, talking like this all the time.
“Enrico, talk properly or I’m leaving.”
Paige stood in front of him and handed him a glass of orange juice.
Enrico grunted and reached out to snatch the orange juice away from him as he leaned back, one leg flexing gangly and stepping on the apparatus, making the shirt on his body go away.
Paige held her hand out in front of him, the back of it facing up.
Enrico glanced down at it, the roots of his fingers green and white, thin enough to catch his eye, and he said angrily, “What for?”
“Enrico, why don’t we go through the process now and you put the ring on my finger?” Paige smiled at him.
Enrico choked and nearly spit out a mouthful of juice as he raised his eyes to her hard, “What process? What ring?”
“…”
Paige laughed in disbelief.
“You didn’t think that I was going to propose to you last night, did you? I just wanted to show you how many words my son has recognized under my tutelage.”
Enrico denied it all.
Was this the last salvation from a man whose proposal had been interrupted?
“But I want the ring.” Paige was still looking at him with her arms outstretched and a soft smile under her eyes, “How about when we come back and we have a formal wedding?”
At those words, Enrico’s eyes went cold for a moment, his tone unkind, “You really want to go?”
He knew that she wouldn’t just agree to a random person that she really wanted to go and save THE Folsom family.
“It’s obviously not practical for me to go on my own.”
Paige took two steps back and sat down on one of the instruments behind her, setting down her orange juice and looking at him with her hands on the crossbar, “I, in the end, I’m only set up as a Temple in Heaven, and I still have a bit of a voice at home, but not abroad.”
“…”
“And with Rachel now in control of Blanca’s weapons deals with her left hand and Beinice with her right, it’s hard to go in there with as many people as I can bring in with me and have all the cards stacked against me.”
“…”
Enrico looked at her coldly.
Paige continued, “Unlike some big plutocrats, he has high power and high position, his network of relationship is all around and spread all over the world, if I have his help and pass through the relationship, so that I can go in quietly, I can get twice the result with half the effort.”
Enrico saw that her eyes were clear and clean, she looked like she had no intention of doing anything, he couldn’t help but let out a sneer, “Really, which big plutocrat is sick in the head, letting go of the days of counting the money, and playing with you in an unappealing manner?”
Paige rested her chin against the back of her hand and opened her eyes, continuing to gaze at him with clarity, “Don’t you dare talk about my man like that.”