The Headline Queen: President Hawthorne is Her Die-Hard Fan!-Chapter 525: Stirring Up Trouble

This is a small town in an unknown country, not very bustling, but quite distinctive.

Paige Sterling only glanced around briefly before closing her eyes to continue sleeping.

Unexpectedly, Henry Hale pushed Paige Sterling awake, not allowing her to sleep any further.

He said, "Stop sleeping."

Paige Sterling replied coldly, "Is my sleeping bothering you?"

Henry Hale cryptically replied, "Perhaps it really is bothering me."

He said, "I’m worrying myself bald over you, yet you just eat and sleep, sleep and eat, living more comfortably than I am. Seeing you so carefree, I’m really not pleased."

Paige Sterling sneered, "Your happiness is none of my business."

She closed her eyes to continue sleeping.

Henry Hale then had the driver play rock music loudly, trying to keep Paige Sterling from sleeping.

But he underestimated her; even in a noisy square, if Paige Sterling wanted to sleep, she could.

This noise had no effect on Paige Sterling at all.

So in the end, it was only Henry Hale and the driver who were disturbed.

As soon as the car stopped, Paige Sterling immediately opened her eyes, stepping out of the car by herself, walking steadily, not showing the slightest hint of distress.

Henry Hale just watched her and said nothing.

Once in the room, Paige Sterling leisurely took a bath, changed clothes, and finally rested a bit.

After about two hours, Henry Hale said it was time to leave.

This time he directly reached out to put his arm around Paige Sterling’s shoulders.

Paige Sterling shifted sideways, her intentions to resist very clear, "Henry, you’d better keep your arms to yourself."

Henry Hale’s mouth twitched, seemingly convinced Paige Sterling couldn’t push him away now, so he forcefully pulled her shoulder.

Indeed, Paige Sterling didn’t have the strength to push him away, her face turning green.

Yet Henry Hale, in good spirits, took out his phone and snapped a selfie of the two of them.

In the photo, Henry Hale had forced their heads together, smiling, while Paige Sterling remained expressionless.

Henry Hale didn’t mind and released Paige Sterling after taking the photo.

The car continued on, eventually reaching a small port where a luxury yacht was docked.

Paige Sterling narrowed her eyes, glancing at Henry Hale, "Mr. Hale, are you planning a maritime escape?"

Henry Hale said, "Yeah, I hope Mr. Hawthorne doesn’t get lost at sea."

"So is this your plan to trap me?"

Even if the boat set off to sea, and Paige Sterling completely recovered, escape would be impossible.

Unless she could control everyone on board.

Clearly, it wasn’t just Henry Hale’s ship; there were many people on board.

These people weren’t ordinary either.

Boarding the ship meant being surrounded by wolves; moving away from Henry Hale was dangerous, let alone trying to escape.

Paige Sterling chuckled, "Mr. Hale, you are really smart."

"I’ll take that as a compliment," Henry Hale laughed. "Now, Miss Sterling, please board the ship."

Paige Sterling didn’t move, "Boarding this ship, it won’t be easy for Mr. Hale to get off, right?"

"Doesn’t matter, as long as you’re with me, I believe I can get off alive."

Henry Hale seemed in good spirits, "Once we get off, I can take you to enjoy the desert and the rainforest. If you’re willing, I can take you to the ends of the earth."

Paige Sterling, "..."

Ha, is it the chance to go to the ends of the earth that she lacks?

Henry Hale was clearly telling her that if he couldn’t make her submit at sea, he could take her to the desert, to the rainforest.

Once there, being found would be difficult.

In such places, accidents could easily happen, and Paige Sterling probably wouldn’t be thinking of taking him down first.

"Henry, you’ll fail, it’s not just about right and wrong."

Henry Hale showed interest, "Why do you think that?"

Paige Sterling, "Intelligence, you can only come up with such tricks, failure is unsurprising."

Henry Hale laughed, "Paige, let me reiterate, I haven’t failed. As long as I’m alive, as long as my heart isn’t stopped, I won’t fail."

He added, "As for intelligence, maybe I’m not genius-smart, but if I can hold a genius in my hands, make their intelligence work for me, then intelligence doesn’t matter."

"Why do you think your intelligence can manipulate a real genius? Seems like Mr. Hale has never experienced the beating from a genius."

Henry Hale raised an eyebrow, "Are you provoking me to delay time?"

Paige Sterling didn’t answer, just squatted down, her expression transforming into one of pain.

Initially, Henry Hale thought she was pretending, but Paige Sterling’s pain looked too real.

He squatted down and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Paige Sterling didn’t respond.

Henry Hale asked again, "What’s wrong?"

Still no answer from Paige Sterling.

So Henry Hale took her to bed, immediately seeking a doctor.

The doctor said there was nothing serious, just some endocrine imbalance that needed time to heal.

Henry Hale seemed very tense, staying at Paige Sterling’s side, much to her annoyance.

"Mr. Hale, could you stop hovering in front of me?"

Henry Hale said, "You’re unwell now. My presence should make you feel better."

Paige Sterling, "What gives you the confidence to believe that delusion?"

Henry Hale was momentarily stumped but didn’t leave.

Paige Sterling, seeing him like a stubborn gum, couldn’t bother with him, turned over and slept.

When she woke again, she saw Henry Hale holding a syringe.

Paige Sterling glanced at the substance beside it; it wasn’t a solution—it was... drugs.

So Henry Hale planned to use mind-altering substances to control her will?

Paige Sterling’s eyes turned cold, "Mr. Hale, have you already decided to skip the desert and rainforest, going straight to drugs?"

Henry Hale said, "I just want to see if injecting you really has no effect."

He continued, "Don’t worry, I’ll control the dosage. Even if it works on you, it won’t have a major effect."

Such nonsense, just for listening.

With drugs, even a tiny bit spells doom. How could a smaller dose be harmless?

"Genuinely sick."

Paige Sterling ignored him, letting him inject her, quietly swearing that when Henry Hale was in her hands, she’d jab him a thousand times daily with a syringe!

However, at the last moment, Henry Hale seemed to have a change of thought; the syringe didn’t get used.

He sighed, "Get some rest."

Then he left the room.

Paige Sterling smirked, really has a sick mind.

Must say Henry Hale was too good at pretending, likely his own father never realized he’d long harbored such a cold, antisocial personality.

Now, he didn’t bother to hide it; he clearly showed his true colors, and remembering his once-gentle demeanor didn’t feel discordant at all.

This person seemed born to stir trouble.