Two bodyguards immediately rushed over and confiscated the cell phones from Paige and Carrie to ensure that they could not contact the outside world.
When they first entered the hotel, they had already been carefully scanned by a special machine, so there was no need to do it again.
“It seems that it was easier than we thought,” a chaebol clapped his hands and laughed easily.
He had thought that Paige was a superwoman, and seeing so many guns, she would be intimidated and wouldn’t need them to force her to do it.
“It’s always a good idea to plan thoroughly,”
Mr. Cruise said from the side, and only by being fully prepared for any eventuality can one achieve success without any effort.
“Where’s the antidote?” Rafael stood aside, unable to listen to their conversation, because his face under his gold-rimmed glasses had already begun to flush.
He shook his head, reached out to loosen his tie, and his breathing became heavy.
“Antidote?” A chaebol was stunned. ‘We didn’t prepare for that.”
Upon hearing this, Rafael raised his eyes and glared. ‘Are you kidding me? I drank a glass myself to lure her to drink, and now you’re telling me you didn’t bring an antidote? Are you kidding me?”
Of course they didn’t dare to fool Rafael, who was still the president. Mr. Wilkie put on a smile and said, “President Rafael, don’t get excited, or… would you like to join in? Enrico’s woman, don’t you want to try it?”
“You guys are really disgusting!”
Carrie stood in front of Paige, disgusted, and suddenly realized something. She turned her head and glared at Rafael’s darkened eyes, “What did you put in the wine? What do you want to do to Sister Paige? Rafael, if you can even do something like drugging, are you still a man?”
She asked excitedly, her eyes looking like she was looking at the lowest trash.
Rafael sneered and pulled at the collar, “Am I a man? You’ll find out in a moment.”
Saying this, he walked towards her, grabbed her wrist, and Paige swung her arm back, pulling Carrie behind her and glaring at Rafael, “What do you want?”
Rafael was knocked to the ground, and he stood up with gritted teeth, glaring at Paige fiercely, “What else can I do? I’m not interested in being the hero in your little 18-rated TV show, so I’ll just have to let your subordinates entertain me.”
“Don’t even think about it.” Paige grabbed Carrie’s wrist tightly. ‘Rafael, you really opened my eyes. It’s a tragedy to have a president like you in Country A.”
Rafael’s face turned pale as if he had been stepped on, and he yelled hysterically, ‘It’s a tragedy to be Enrico’s dog! Mr. Wilkie, you’ve pressed here, if she doesn’t listen, you can start with her two holes. What’s the point of wasting time?”
This Rafael, who had previously felt sympathy for Paige, would now step on her sore spot and ignore her completely.
They had actually been suspicious of him all along, and they were really being too cautious.
Mr. Wilkie looked on and smiled, then looked at Paige and said, “Mrs. Gustin, now it’s between you and us, so let the couple go?”
“…”
Paige grabbed Carrie.
All the guns were pointed at Paige, and Carrie stood there, unable to bear to watch, her eyes gradually reddening. Her voice trembled, “Don’t you dare touch Sister Paige. Rafael, I’ll go with you.”
As she spoke, she took advantage of Paige’s lack of guard and pulled her hand away with a face full of pain.
“Carrie,” Paige looked at her in shock.
“That’s more like it,” Rafael hooked his lips, walked up and pulled Carrie into his arms.
Paige wanted to go up and pull Carrie away, but she was stopped by several guns pointed at her shoulders and head. She could only look at Carrie with concern.
Rafael’s face had turned a deep red, and it was obvious that the effects of the drug were kicking in. His eyes were not quite clear, and he said to Mr. Wilkie, “Mr. Wilkie, give me a room without surveillance. I don’t want anyone watching while I’m having fun.”
“The one at the end on the left, the password is six sixes,” Mr. Wilkie happily informed him.
“Thanks! I’ll leave it to you then!”
Rafael waved his hand at them, put his arm around the stiff Carrie and walked away. Carrie looked back at Paige every step of the way, her eyes full of pain, but Rafael forced her to go out with him.
The two of them just disappeared in the middle of the crowd.
Paige stood alone, looking down at the red wine on the table. She thought about the way Rafael had just acted, and laughed ironically, “Fifteen major tycoons and five patriarchs, and they treat people in such a despicable way.”
She felt sick for them.
A group of people looked slightly embarrassed when they were spoken to. Mr. Wilkie stepped forward and said with a sneer, “Paige, if you hadn’t been meddling behind our backs all these years, would we have had to resort to such tactics? Why don’t you reflect on yourself?”
“What do I need to reflect on?”
Paige turned around and her eyes coldly stared at them, “Reflect on not letting you continue to bully, reflect on not letting you continue to cover up, or reflect on not disclosing the true origin of the slums so that the world knows your true face?”
Her words were full of anger.
Everyone in the room had cold faces.
Mr. Cruise stood there looking at Paige, and despite being surrounded by so many people, he remained so calm. He was worthy of being the woman Enrico had his eye on.
“Alright, Mr. Wilkie, there’s no point in talking anymore, please buy Mrs. Gustin a drink,” Mr. Cruise said.
Let’s hurry up and move on to the next step before more trouble arises.
“Mr. Cruise doesn’t need to worry, my people have been keeping an eye on things, Enrico has never left the consortium, he has no idea what’s going on,” a consortium member said.
“Hm,” Mr. Cruise nodded, raising his hand to make a gesture.
A bodyguard roughly picked up the red wine on the table and handed it to Paige, reaching out to hold the back of her head and forcing her to drink.
Paige took a step back and directly kicked the man in the vital spot, instead grabbing the other person’s collar and slamming his head hard against the edge of the table, instantly causing a bloody head injury.
Watching this scene, any man would feel a pain in the abdomen.
With two guns directly pressed against her back of the head, Paige wrapped her hands around the back of her hands, grabbed the other person, bent down softly, grabbed a gun, and hid behind one of them.
When the gunshot rang out, the person in front of her took the bullet for her, and the bloody hole looked terrifying.
Paige swiftly knocked out the two bodyguards beside her.
Mr. Wilkie and Mr. Cruise took a few steps back in unison, stepping behind the bodyguards and exchanging glances.
This woman is indeed extraordinary.
She still wants to resist even in this state.
“Transfer everyone who is ready,” Mr. Cruise looked at Mr. Wilkie with a grave expression.
“Okay.”
They had been brainwashed by Rafael for many days, and they dared not let their guard down against Paige. No matter what the cost, they would hold Paige down and deal Enrico a severe blow.
There was no turning back.
In an instant, the streets around the building began to become congested with traffic.
Some of the experts scattered and hiding in various parts of the building, upon hearing the news, all rushed to the 68th floor. They were all the top experts sought out by various families, and they were their trump cards.
Now, they have gathered together for one thing and one thing only: to deal with a woman.