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Hearing this, Gail sneered, "She is like a villain holding sway!" But Gail didn’t spend much time criticizing Flora. She had a greater news, "Jess, I heard that Paige has been banned from working in the entertainment industry!" "Huh?" Jessica raised an eyebrow. "Do you remember she said that she wanted to play a role in Director Luke's movie but couldn't sign the contract? It turns out it is Cain who didn’t allow her to take any work!" Gail said excitedly.

If there's someone I can call to help me enhance my convincing skills, it's gotta be Paige Amistead. Paige is an influencer and her millions of audience on social media love her so much. They are very loyal to her similar to Heide's fans. They defend her, they show her care and support, they send her handmade gifts, and they promote her videos as if her videos haven't garnered much of viewers yet.

“Kamila Dickson.” I replied. “I'd love to know what you know about Paige, Kam.” “Paige is innocent. She was bestie to my girlfriend. Well, Ria is out of town now and I haven't been able to reach her. She rarely talked about her, but… She is an introvert. She kind of likes to keep to herself most of the time. She plays the guitar so perfectly well yet refused to join our band because she would rather not be known too much”

Paige was waiting outside the door, leaning against the wall looking as bored as she did the first time she waited for me. Her gaze went to the Beta before snapping to me. The corner of her lips tipped up. "Seems you and I might get along after all," I wrinkled my brow. "Couldn't help but eavesdrop," She whispered, shrugging her shoulders and giving me a wink before pushing me off the wall. "Paige," Hayden warned, and she let out a laugh. "Trust me. If she is going to married to Zane, it won't hurt if I rub off on her a little,"

Paige said laughing so I narrowed my eyes at her. "Maybe it's not bad to fantasize about Vaz's lips haha," I replied laughing. I sank because of the force of Paige's blow to me. "You're hurting me," I complained. "Haha, I feel excited knowing how much you like Vaz," she laughed. Tss I shook my head. I think I'm drunk. "Hey Paige, people like Vaz won't pay attention to me, if it wasn't for Mom we're not able to meet and talk. He wants different kinds of women," I whispered.

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I just had to watch that last episode of my favourite show for the 200th time! It was a life and death kinda mission. And no one other than me was qualified enough to complete this mission. “And you also have the weekend.” Paige gave me a flat look. “Complete your homework later!” She waved it off as she continued eating her salad. How can she eat so many veggies?! She was a model-like high schooler with blonde hair and light-brown eyes filled with excitement. I was sure she could’ve had a million friends if she didn’t hang out with a simple brunette with sea-blue eyes like myself.

This wasn’t just scandal. This was more of a track in discovering the truth. Paige wasn’t just the usual enemy I thought she was, she was a billion dollar play-girl. Who played moves like they were puzzle pieces, but while she plays she doesn't arrange the piece she always leaves them scattered so the trailers get lost with a single step.

Nathan sat in his office, going through some files. He was engrossed in reviewing a stack of documents when the door swung open, and Paige walked in. Her eyes were fixed intently on her phone, a small smile playing on her lips. Curiosity piqued, Nathan looked up from his work and raised an eyebrow. "Paige, what's got you so captivated?" Paige's gaze shifted from her phone to Nathan, and her smile widened. "Oh, hi Mr. Grey. Sorry to interrupt, but I'm just watching your wife’s show. I'm a big fan of hers."

That fan and her companions looked over: "Claire Whitman? Just a useless burden who dragged him down, turning her back the second she saw our guy had no money. Wait, you're not going to speak up for that bitch, are you?" "Who are you calling a bitch?!" Paige dropped the phone. I hurriedly hugged her as she tried to charge forward, smiling at them through my mask: "Sorry about that, so sorry, my friend is a bit worked up." The fan shot me a disdainful look: "At least one of you has some sense. He's already written a song for the one he loves; please tell that girl surnamed Whitman to stay far away." Just as her voice fell, the concert cameras landed on the woman in the VIP seats.