The Headline Queen: President Hawthorne is Her Die-Hard Fan!-Chapter 513: Contempt

Art’s smile was full of pride, basking in the boss’s praise and the envious, jealous gazes of the members.

But just then, one of the assassins’ faces suddenly changed, and he hurriedly stood up.

The person next to him immediately asked, "Hugh, what’s wrong?"

Hugh said, "My weapon is gone!"

The others were dismissive, "Did you forget to bring it with you?"

However, everyone present immediately dismissed this possibility. As professional assassins, they could not make such a basic mistake of forgetting their weapons, as it meant they could be killed at any moment.

But no one thought much of it, after all, this was the organization, it was impossible for outsiders to get in, "Maybe your weapon fell outside, no need to panic."

This was the most reasonable explanation they could find.

Then, after this was said, others instinctively reached to check where their weapons were hidden.

Their expressions changed because their weapons were also missing.

Even the boss’ weapon had vanished without a trace.

One person’s missing weapon might be a coincidence, but everyone’s missing weapons couldn’t be a coincidence.

But what on earth was going on? In such a sealed space, they hadn’t seen any outsiders. When exactly did their weapons silently disappear from them?

Everyone in the conference room felt as if they were facing a great danger, and chaos ensued.

Hugh looked at Art, "Art, did you bring an outsider in?!"

Art was the only one who had gone out these days, and as soon as he came back, this happened. Naturally, Art was the most suspect.

Art denied it, "Impossible! I took several detours on my way back, there was no way I was followed!"

He had full confidence in this.

However, right after Art said this, he suddenly collapsed, twitched twice on the ground, and then lay still.

Everything happened in an instant, and nobody knew how Art was taken down.

The conference room was filled with panic, but no one dared leave.

Because they didn’t know what awaited them outside. If it was dangerous even inside the conference room, going out could be a Pandemonium.

And now, with no outsiders visible in the conference room, who killed Art?

Was there a traitor among them?

Almost everyone suspected so.

The previously united and tightly-knit members now began to suspect each other, keeping their distance and vigilantly eyeing those around them.

No one knew who made the first move, but ultimately the members started fighting. No one trusted anyone, and no one wanted to sit idly by and be silently killed by the others, so they wanted to strike first, hoping to be the one left standing.

By now, no one had weapons, and the fight was all barehanded, but even so, it was fierce.

Because they were all trained, and they fought with deadly intent.

The fight lasted two hours, and in the end, no one stood up again; everyone was lying on the ground, yet the traitor had not been found.

"Who on earth is it?", the boss, lying on the ground, asked through gritted teeth, "Who betrayed us?! Stand up!"

As everyone remained in shock, the multimedia screen in the conference room suddenly came on, showing a woman.

"Hello, everyone."

The crowd widened their eyes in shock— it was Paige Sterling, wasn’t she dead? How was she appearing on the organization’s multimedia screen?

Did Paige Sterling infiltrate their organization’s computer?

At this moment, everyone wore a terrified expression, realizing there was no traitor; it was all orchestrated by this Paige Sterling.

How did she do it?

"Surprised to see me?"

Shit, it’s shocking enough to kill someone!

"How are you not dead?", the boss asked, astonished.

Art clearly said he shot Paige Sterling in the head, with blood splattering; how could she still be alive? Was she even human?

Nobody would doubt that Art lied. Dead means dead, not dead means not dead. An assassin couldn’t lie about such a thing.

Paige Sterling laughed, "Didn’t you know? I used to be quite a competent actress; my acting skills earned audience approval. I heard someone hired the famous assassins to kill me. Wouldn’t it be awkward if the assassins couldn’t kill me? I’m a notable person and should give a little face to it, so I took the hit. It’s just a shame I forgot to ask Mr. Art if my acting skills were up to par."

Making people die too quickly isn’t quite right.

Listening to Paige Sterling’s regretful tone, everyone’s expressions in the room turned extremely peculiar.

Damn, so Paige Sterling knew all along someone wanted her dead, and she did this on purpose?

They were assassins living by the blade, life already challenging enough, yet here they were being toyed with to this extent?

This is outrageous.

Should this woman be so over the top?

The leader gritted his teeth and stood up, asking Paige Sterling, "So there’s no traitor among us, and it’s you who took our weapons? You made us kill each other?"

"How can you say it’s me who made you kill each other? I didn’t tell you to fight, did I?"

Paige Sterling appeared very cool-headed, "But yes, I did take your weapons."

Hugh couldn’t wait and asked, "How on earth did you do it? Are you already in our organization?"

Paige Sterling seemed in a good mood, thus eager to answer the assassins’ questions.

"If I were in your organization, why would I contact you through a video? I could just come straight at you and wipe you out, couldn’t I?"

She made wiping out the entire assassin organization sound so easy, as if it was no big deal.

If it were before, they would’ve laughed at Paige Sterling for overestimating herself.

But now, they didn’t doubt Paige Sterling’s capability one bit.

This woman seemed even more terrifying than they imagined.

Nonetheless, the fact that Paige Sterling wasn’t inside the organization gave them some relief, at least they didn’t have to face such a terrifying female demon head-on.

Relieved, this female demon is already so scary, good thing she’s not in their organization.

But then everyone’s heart sank again.

Even though Paige Sterling didn’t come over, she managed to silently take their weapons; wasn’t that even more terrifying?

The boss was trembling, "Miss Sterling, may I ask, how on earth did you do it?"

Paige Sterling tilted her head, "These kinds of high-tech things, even if I explain, you wouldn’t understand, after all, your minds only know killing."

Everyone, "...", damn it, could you put away that look of disdain for our intelligence?

At this moment, they all wished to immediately take Paige Sterling down, but she wasn’t in front of them.