“Pah.”
The sound of the slap was clear and loud.
The maid was hit to the side of her head, and the fingerprints on her face were clear, showing how much force had been used.
Butler Beau and the bodyguards looked at Paige in shock; they had never seen Paige this angry.
The maid was even more furious, “You woman, you’re annoyed, aren’t you … ah by what I said!”
Paige pinched her jaw, a pair of black and white eyes looked at her coldly, “First, you can curse me, but you can’t curse my son.”
“You-”
The maid was just about to speak when Paige pinched her hand and pushed it upwards, causing her to be unable to utter a single word at once.
“Secondly, the people of Wind Island are also A people, they have the right to enjoy freedom as long as they haven’t committed any crimes, they are not inferior, and the Ferris Wheel Virus wasn’t created by them, it’s just a special circumstance with special environment and conditions, and it wasn’t by their own free will.”
Paige’s words are sharp and cold, “The presidential office has already issued a statement that the Ferris wheel virus has long been extinct in country A. This time, the outbreak came out as a deliberate act by someone, a man-made disaster, you don’t hate the culprits, you only pay lip service to what inferior people are doing, can you distinguish between right and wrong?”
“…”
The maid still glared at her tightly.
“If you were sent to Wind Island, would you still speak such words?”
Paige stared at her and said, “Anytime there’s even one innocent person in this country who is treated like an inferior, inferior race, it’s this country’s fault, it’s the perception, it’s not the innocent person’s fault, and it’s not my fault.” With that said, Paige let go of her hand.
The maid still glared at her, but couldn’t get half a word back.
“Send to the police station.” Paige snapped in a cool tone.
“Yes, Young Lady.” Beau’s housekeeper nodded and thoughtfully added, “Young lady, don’t get upset over this kind of person, I’ll bring you the burn medicine right away.”
“It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” Paige said unconcernedly and added, “Enrico is busy right now, don’t tell him about this today.”
“Yes.” Butler Beau nodded again and escorted the maid away with the bodyguards.
Only then did the maid come back to her senses, unable to say anything else, she just kept cursing, “Paige you shall not die, it’s your fault! It’s all your fault!”
The sound seemed to linger on the entire floor for a long time.
Paige changed her clothes, looking at her own burned red arm in the mirror, she lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes restrained her emotions.
This time any emotion is superfluous, must find out who created this virus outbreak, find out the Folsom family weapons flow, in order to stop the situation deteriorate.
With that in mind, Paige lowered her sleeves and turned to leave.
Returning to her study, Paige sat down when her cell phone vibrated, she picked it up and saw that it was a text message from Enrico.
[Enrico: Did you miss me?
Paige looked down at the text above, her fingertips running across the screen.
[Paige: Thinking, tired?]
The mindset of those plutocrats and nobles was especially important at the moment, and whether or not they could be appeased or suppressed could only be done by Enrico and Rafael.
She didn’t need to ask to know that he was destined to be on the road for the next few days.
Her message was sent over, and the other side quickly sent it over, it was a photo, the photo was opposite a candy store with a particularly cute decoration style, the window was decorated with pink and white candies spelling out a huge candy bear, looking very fairy tale healing.
[Enrico: Not tired, passed by here, want to eat candy?]
Paige typed out “no” on her cell phone and was about to send it, but thought better of it and deleted it and typed in the word “want”.
He wanted to comfort her, but she had to give him a chance.
It’s okay, she won’t let herself fall down until this is resolved, she must find out who is behind all these conspiracies.
Soon, Enrico’s message came back.
[Enrico: Wait, I’ll bring it back to you tonight.]
[Paige: Okay.]
The chat ended, Paige set her phone aside, reopened the surveillance video, and continued to look at it.
The surveillance on the screen plays at high speed.
Paige watches this for a few more hours.
The clear window glass is covered down by the evening sun, like the sky pouring down oil colors, the brushstrokes falling and romantic.
Paige sat motionless, and suddenly, her gaze sharpened, and she raised her hand and pressed the space bar hard, then pulled back the progress bar on the Institute’s surveillance to a third of the way down.
In the left screen, a man in a full body suit walked into the virus center at the institute, the name of some researcher written on the suit.
But Paige had been looking at it all day and could tell for sure that the figure was not that researcher.
She looked again at the surveillance from the dinner party next to her.
The surveillance showed a woman in a silver-gray fishtail evening gown, carrying a glass of wine and twisting her S-waist all the way down a long hallway, stopping in front of the men’s restroom and just standing against the wall, waiting for something.
A short while later, a man dressed in a dinner waiter’s outfit walks out of the men’s restroom with his back to the camera.
The man is seen walking up to the woman with his head down, and the woman tilts her chin and stamps her foot arrogantly, so the man obediently squats down and wipes the tops of her shoes clean with his hand.
The woman smiled at him, then took off her heels and put her own foot on the man’s knee.
The man stiffened for a few seconds, lowered his head to kiss, and the woman suddenly smiled with a swinging flavor.
The man’s figure … was exactly the same as the one posing as a researcher at the institute, making Paige feel a little familiar.
But where is the familiarity, she actually can not remember.
She looked at the woman on the screen, raised her hand and pressed her tai acupressure point, closed her eyes and opened her memory palace, pushing in door after door, looking for clues about the woman.
Beauty Granger, 36 years old, eldest daughter of the large family THE Granger family and second in power of THE Granger Group consortium.
Unmarried, it’s not so much that she wants to franchise her career single-mindedly, but she’s so addicted to pleasure that she simply doesn’t want to tie herself down to a family.
She’s a regular on the hot seat, and every time she’s on it, the little man next to her changes.
Her greatest pleasure in life is to collect men of superior color and posture.
Men …
Paige opened her eyes and looked sharply at the man on the screen with his back to the camera, zooming in on him.
She must have seen this man before, otherwise, she wouldn’t have found the figure familiar.
Paige zoomed in on various details, and suddenly, she saw that the man wore a watch on the wrist of his right hand; the watch was nothing special, but the wrist underneath seemed … particularly thin.
“…”
Paige watched, her grip on the mouse tightening with hate.
The cell phone vibrated again.
Paige picked up her phone, and saw an additional new message on it-
[Paige, if you’re not too busy, can we meet up?]
Paige looked at the name on it.
Alfredo.
“…”
Paige’s heart sank into a bottomless pit as she looked at the message.
The one outcome she couldn’t face the most, came.
…
Paige drove alone out of the estate and headed straight for Temple in Heaven’s newly constructed building.