The Headline Queen: President Hawthorne is Her Die-Hard Fan!-Chapter 527: Ruthless Moves

Is he being too gentle with Paige Sterling, making her so fearless?

Thinking of this, Henry Hale’s face darkened.

But this look didn’t scare others, instead, it frightened those passing by Henry Hale, who all stayed far away from him.

The bodyguard led the way in front, and soon they reached the lowest deck of the yacht. Unlike the quiet outside, it was extremely lively here, as if everyone on the boat had gathered in this place, indulging in shouting and revelry.

Paige Sterling could also smell the scent of blood lingering in the air; this place had never been harmonious.

But Paige also wasn’t afraid, her gaze assessed her surroundings, and she quickly noticed a boxing ring right in the center.

Just in time, someone went up on the stage, dragging down a person who was lying there covered in blood, and then someone else was called to get on the stage.

Paige had heard about some underground boxing rings, where people bet on lives, determining wins and losses through life and death.

Two people keep fighting and fighting until one dies.

The person who survives is the final winner and can receive a large sum of money.

If they die, the body is simply thrown into the sea.

Here, lives are both valuable and worthless.

And the people on this yacht, none of them are kind; they enjoy blood, violence, and also money.

So these boxers all go on stage voluntarily.

Henry Hale looked at Paige Sterling, thinking that she would be somewhat scared seeing this for the first time, as she had never experienced such things before.

But he found that he might have underestimated Paige; she showed no expression on her face, not at all like someone who was afraid.

At this moment, two more people got on the stage, and Henry Hale watched Paige Sterling closely and asked her, "Who do you think will win?"

Paige didn’t speak; who would lose, who would win—who knows until the end.

Sometimes the one who seems to have the upper hand always thinks they’re going to win, just as others believe.

But often there is a reversal, where the one not favored becomes the ultimate winner.

As Paige thought this, the boxer, who had been pinned down from the start on stage, suddenly knocked out his opponent with a punch, one that flattened the other for good.

He took the opportunity to move forward and kill his opponent.

The whole place erupted in cheers once more.

Henry Hale finally saw an uncomfortable expression appear on Paige Sterling’s face.

Henry Hale asked her, "Do you find this too violent and bloody to bear?"

Paige merely glanced at Henry Hale, not missing the thrill in his eyes.

He also enjoyed all of this.

"You can’t handle it now because you haven’t tasted the benefits that blood and violence bring; it will make you addicted and unable to leave..."

Paige’s mouth twitched. It took humans billions of years to rid themselves of savagery and violence.

But there are always those who like to play at restoring primal authenticity, turning eons of human progress into a joke, considering savagery and shamelessness as freedom, and self-righteously claiming these are human nature that should be unleashed.

Henry Hale was evidently such a person.

He felt that, being the Crown Prince of the Hale Family before, he was completely restrained; so, secretly, he let himself go, chasing after everything humanity opposes, as if trying to prove something.

At this moment, like tempting a child, Henry Hale also wanted to lure Paige Sterling into this bizarre circle, "Paige, you’re going to love it here. I know you’re the same kind of person as me..."

Paige, "That’s what you think. Actually, I’m not."

Henry Hale laughed, "You just haven’t realized it yet."

He then continued, "Want me to tell you how it works here? Would you like to place a bet?"

Paige had no interest in joining; the excitement she liked was different from what Henry Hale liked.

However, today, Henry Hale seemed determined to make Paige concede, actually pushing her onto the stage to fight a match.

Paige, a woman, got on stage, and the audience went silent for a few seconds before the shouting grew even louder.

Paige was the first woman to step onto the stage; no woman dared to get up there to fight.

Henry Hale then stated that the opponent’s gender wasn’t restricted, meaning men could also go up to fight Paige.

Seeing that Paige was a woman and looked frail, some were eager to try, not caring if it would be disgraceful to win, but worried they couldn’t lay a hand on Paige’s face if they really went up there.

In the end, a man did go up on stage.

The opponent didn’t give Paige a chance to react and charged at her to start the fight.

Paige knew Henry Hale mainly suspected she might have fully recovered and was testing her this way.

Truth be told, she hadn’t regained her full strength, but defeating this man wasn’t difficult.

Because his skills were average and there was a deep-seated contempt for her, she didn’t need to use brute force to beat him, but beating him would mean killing him, which she couldn’t do.

She could watch coldly as these people seek death, but she couldn’t bring herself to participate, to become one of them.

So Paige kept dodging, avoiding the man’s punches.

The man’s expression grew more contemptuous, preparing to end Paige swiftly, knowing that continuing would drain his strength.

Henry Hale sat on stage, smiling, watching Paige, as if waiting for her to beg for mercy.

Even if Paige didn’t beg, it didn’t matter; without defeating her opponent, she couldn’t leave the ring.

And winning meant she had to kill the opponent.

The taste of killing can be addictive; once you’ve done it the first time, there’ll be countless more times.

He couldn’t make himself the same age as Paige Sterling, so it didn’t matter. He planned to use some tricks to turn Paige into someone like him. They would fall together, rely on each other, and that way, Paige would always stay by his side.

Henry Hale thought to himself, the smile on his lips growing larger.

But he didn’t expect that the fight would drag on for so long. Paige endlessly dodged while the opponent kept attacking. In the end, the offensive became aimless, but still, the fight raged on.

Paige had no intention whatsoever to take the opponent down.

The opponent wanted to take Paige down, but just couldn’t manage it.

The standoff continued, and the audience below lost all interest in shouting, each one drooping their heads.

This was the most pointless boxing match they had ever watched.

Watching women play ball seemed like a fight, whereas watching women box felt like Tai Chi. It was too boring; many had already left the scene.

In the end, the two of them simply stopped fighting and stood face to face, staring at each other, as if killing each other with their gaze.

This scene was as bizarre as it could get.

Finally, someone couldn’t bear it anymore, directly pulling out a weapon to threaten the two of them, saying that if no winner emerged soon, they would all be killed.

Henry Hale didn’t care and just glanced at the person speaking.

The person shivered, and finally, suddenly aimed the gun at the man and fired, causing the man to fall.

He fell right in front of Paige.

Paige’s expression remained calm.

Firstly, the people here weren’t good people themselves, so their deaths didn’t affect her.

Secondly, she wasn’t the one who killed him; she didn’t need to feel any guilt.

So she remained as calm as if there wasn’t a dead person right in front of her.

But through this event, everyone knew that regardless of the final result, only Paige survived. Anyone who went up would just be offering their heads.

So no one dared to go on stage to fight Paige again.

Paige walked down from the stage, expressionless.

Henry Hale smiled at her, "You’ve finished your fight, now watch me."

Then Henry went up, but unexpectedly, no one dared to go on stage to fight him.

Finally, Henry offered that the winner could have some other reward, and no one had to die, which made many eager to try.

In the end, Henry picked the strongest person to fight him.

As the opponent took to the stage, he couldn’t help but ask what Henry’s extra reward was.

Henry pointed at Paige, "If you win, she’s yours."

The man looked at Paige, his eyes lighting up, clearly very interested.

If he won, he would have money and the woman. He was definitely going to give it his all for this fight.

Before the fight, Henry leaned sideways from the stage and said to Paige, "Paige, what would you do if I lost?"

Paige just looked at him, indifferent, Henry continued, "If you say something nice, I’ll win."

Paige chuckled, "It makes no difference to me whether you win or lose, because being by your side is the same as being by that man’s side."

Henry’s expression instantly turned gloomy.

"Paige! Are you really not afraid of death!"

Paige, "Heh."

The fight on stage began, with Henry upset at not getting his way with Paige, he fought with a particular viciousness.

Every punch aimed to kill the opponent.

Both were very strong, so they took a break midway.

A bodyguard approached Paige, handing her a towel and water, "Miss Sterling, Mr. Hale wants you to come over."

Paige didn’t move, and the bodyguard raised his voice, "Miss Sterling!"

Paige acted as if she hadn’t heard anything.

She was unwilling; what could the bodyguard do? Could he force her to deliver the towel and water?

But recalling Henry’s instructions, the bodyguard pushed Paige over.

When they reached the side of the stage, Henry suddenly reached out and pulled Paige up, pressing her onto the stage.

He even began to tear at her clothes, his eyes glinting with excitement.

The entire audience understood what Henry intended to do and screamed.

Paige’s gaze turned icy, probably because Henry knew she hadn’t recovered her strength, thinking he could do whatever he wanted without being on guard.

In the end, when Paige stabbed him in the neck with a fishbone, he was caught off guard.

But as the fishbone wasn’t sturdy enough, it merely grazed Henry’s skin.

Henry touched the wound, then licked the blood off his fingers, looking at Paige.

"Paige, did you really think I wouldn’t do anything to you?"

Paige, "I never held too much moral fantasy over a beast."