Chapter 302 In the End, It Fell into Her Hands
Francesca watched Paige's determination, realizing that Paige had meticulously planned and schemed to reach this point, all to ensure that she and Xena could confront each other face-to-face.
Only with a face-to-face confrontation would Paige believe the answers.
No matter what Xena had said before, or what Francesca had fabricated, Paige wouldn't believe a single word!
Soon, Xena was brought in, and escorted by guards.
Xena was still wearing the same clothes as before, barefoot, with her exposed feet showing signs of severe sores.
Probably because she hadn't worn shoes for a long time.
In the past, every step Xena took barefoot was probably on luxurious cashmere carpets.
But now, in this place, every step Xena took barefoot was likely on thorns.
Having lived with the Sackler family for so many years, Xena had indeed developed aristocratic habits and a delicate nature.
But now, there was no trace of nobility on her. Instead, she was covered in scars and looked utterly disheveled.
The once beautiful face, maintained at great expense, was now overlapped with old and new wounds, looking terrifying.
Paige had long known what kind of torment Xena had endured. After all, before coming here, she had seen every day through videos and surveillance what kind of life Xena was living.
But for others, their memories of Xena were still of her former high and mighty, arrogant young lady self, contrasted with her current wretched, despondent, and decayed state. She looked like a broken rose that had been trampled countless times.
Pearl and Amelia had known that Xena had fallen into Paige's hands and ended up in a place like Northern Country. They knew certainly she wouldn't have a good time.
But seeing Xena's current state, the two were still a little bit surprised.
Louis had also seen Xena being taken out of the room before, but she had been almost entirely covered. He never expected that by just revealing her face, he would see her like this.
Xena was shoved into the room, and without any help, she could barely stand and collapsed directly onto the ground.
Paige walked step by step towards Xena.
At the same time, someone brought overshoes, and Raymond took Paige's shoes and came to her side.
Paige stood just two steps away from Xena, who was lying limp on the ground, unable to stand. It was unclear whether it was due to the pain or some other reason.
Holding Paige's high heels, Raymond approached her and squatted down, placing the shoes on the ground. He gently grasped her ankle, and Paige, in turn, rested her hand on Raymond's shoulder.
After she put on her shoes, Raymond glanced back at Louis and Francesca, then whispered in Paige's ear, "It's your show now. I'll keep an eye on them."
Paige nodded slightly in response.
Raymond would never interfere with how Paige handled this.
At this moment, everyone still focused on Xena, who hadn't yet come to her senses.
Paige, however, moved forward with slow and deliberate steps.
The tip of her high heel stopped just in front of Xena's fingers, who was lying on the ground.
Paige slowly squatted down, forming a stark contrast with the frail Xena on the ground.
She exuded elegance mixed with a hint of dominance, looking down from above.
Once, Xena had dreamed of trampling Paige into the mud, never to rise again.
Now, Xena truly seemed to be trampled into the mud by Paige, utterly unable to rise.
Paige gently pinched Xena's chin, lifting her face to meet her gaze.
With a slight force, she could hear Xena's jawbone making a faint sound.
If it weren't for needing to hear Xena speak, given Paige's hatred for her, she might have crushed her bones!
Paige spoke with a tone filled with hatred and a hint of malice, "Look, you ended up in my hands after all, didn't you? Do you remember what you said? Now, I want you to say it again, in front of me and Francesca!"
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