Paige Sanders

Chapter 29: Paige Sanders

Dylan was sitting in a spacious candle lit garden with a dark expression. Mrs Barnett had arranged some random party and ordered him to show his presence.

Not wanting to make enemies out of both Grace and Benjamin, he arrived at the luxury 7-star hotel were the event was being held.

It was no special occasion. Just a facade to invite the Sanders and introduce him and Paige Sanders to each other.

Dylan looked at the huge floor to ceiling window of the banquet hall. The lights inside shone beautifully as rich people wearing ridiculously expensive attires with fake smiled plastered on their faces got busy sucking up to Mrs Barnett.

He took a look at his watch. His supposed date was 40 minutes late already. Good enough. This meant the other party had no interest in him. It will be easy to get rid of them.

"Hii"

Dylan's nose was assaulted by strong scent of perfume as a girl plopped down in the seat opposite to him.

Dylan looked at the girl in front of him and said nothing. He was not going to initiate any conversation between them. He was forcefully made to attend this date, and was made to wait for almost an hour.

He was happily packing his bag with Isabella for the trek next day when he was summoned here.

Paige crossed her legs as she looked at Dylan. 'Greek God' was the first thing that came to her mind. He was tall, with broad chest, athletic body, and a sharp jawline. The pitch black shade of his eyes was rare. She had never seen anyone so devilishly handsome even during her stay abroad.

"Apologies for being late. I am Paige. Paige Sanders." She introduced herself with a confident smirk.

Dylan knew very well the meaning of that smirk. He cannot match her status at all. He still maintained his calm as he looked at her.

Her red lipstick was too thick and bright. Her brown hair was neatly styled into a bun. Her eyes had a light shade of blue and brown. Overall, she was a beautiful girl. Unfortunately, Dylan didn't have eyes for her.

"Let me get straight to the point. I am not interested in dating you. I was tricked here. Since you seem like a busy person, I won't waste your time anymore. You can leave." Dylan said everything in one go.

Great. With this attitude, he must have looked like a huge red carpet no sane girl would want for herself.

As expected, Paige's confident expression turned ugly. No one had ever rejected her. And here this adopted orphan dares to reject her?

She bend forward a little as she spoke. "Are trying to grab my attention? Huh? Playing hard to get?"

Dylan sighed. "The last think I want right now is your attention Ms Sanders."

Paige snorted. "You and your foster mommy can't hold the company for too long without my families help. You are in no position to say this nonsense to me."

Clearly, she was offended. Good. Dylan could tell that she didn't have strong mental barriers and was prone to manipulation.

"I just don't want to enter a relation where both us hold no affection for each other." Dylan explained.

Paige shrugged dismissively. "Who wants affection? Let's be practical. Love doesn't feed you."

Dylan was aware of this kind of mentality in the rich households. And honestly, he never understood how anyone could think that way.

Might be because he once had no family, so he felt building a loving family was a sacred blessing. A promise he would take only and only with Isabella.

"Good. Then I hope you can find that practical guy in your life. I am not him." Dylan clarified.

No girl would date him after getting rejected twice in less than 10 minutes, right?

Paige clenched her fists under the table. "I am not one of those girls who dream about love. I am ambitious. And if a relationship with Barnett can help me achieve my goals, then I will do it." she said stubbornly.

Dylan didn't know how to be more rude than he already was. This was the maximum. Whenever he tried this tactic on other girls, they would end up in tears and rush away.

What more. This girl was at most 19 may be. And she already has thoughts of using her own marriage as a business trade.

RING.. RING.. RING.. RING...

It was a call from Isabella. As his phone was placed on the table, even Paige saw the lit up screen.

It displayed "Princess" with a pic of Dylan doing pushups with Isabella seated on his back. Paige was surprised looking at that pic. But Dylan received the call before she could take a closer look.

She just never thought that this cold guy sitting like a rock and sounding like a monk would actually save cringy names like 'Princess'. And even less, making an effort to chose a pic for DP.

"What happened?"

"No nothing important."

"I haven't. You?"

"Okay."

"Got it."

"Got it princess. Got it."

"Fine. Lock the doors properly. I will be back in a while."

"Hm Bye"

Dylan disconnected the call with a slight smile on his lips which even he wasn't aware of and put the phone in his pocket.

Paige saw this entire interaction. Dylan's entire aura changed when he was on phone and it went back to that icy cold glacier aura after he ended the call.

"Ahh... So this is a story of young love." Paige commented darkly. She was very ambitious about her future.

She might be the only heiress of Sanders group, but she was also a puppet of her parents and grandparents. As long as she had one strong power directly associated to her, she could one day put them in their limits.

"I have to leave. Hope we will not face each other in these awkward situations again." Dylan got up to leave but Paige's next comment halted his steps in his tracks.

"How blind. You actually saved some random girl's name as a princess when a actual princess is sitting right here."

Dylan closed his eyes and took a deep breathe before speaking. "I doubt that Ms Sanders. I can assure you that she is treated like a princess by me. But think about the last time you were ever treated like a princess?"

He didn't wait for her reply anymore and left. Isabella said she wasn't in a mood to cook and asked him to bring a takeout.

Paige sat quietly recalling his words. When was the last time she was treated like a princess? .... She thought hard, but couldn't remember. Everyone had so many expectations of her all the time that they suffocated and pressured her.

She felt proud when she felt something well. And was scolded and taunted when something went wrong. But when was she actually happy?

She shook her head to clear these useless thoughts. That was the difference between her and any other random girl right? She was a perfectionist. She would never lose.