The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

The International FS Competition was held in a neighboring city.

This was the third international competition, and only Carrie and Carl from the entire country qualified to participate.

Paige sought Enrico’s opinion, and he surprisingly agreed to let her take Carrie and Nick to the neighboring city a day early.

Getting out of the taxi, the three of them headed straight into the hotel. They bypassed the front desk and took the elevator to the sixth floor.

The hotel rooms had been arranged by a friend of Nick’s who had come earlier to scout the place and handle the check-in. This way, they didn’t have to use their own IDs and could avoid being tracked.

As soon as the door opened, Carrie and Nick were stunned by the luxurious decor of the enormous suite.

“During this critical period, we should stay together and avoid acting alone,” Paige said, placing her backpack aside.

Nick ran around the suite, then came back, saying, “There are four rooms. You ladies pick first, I can take whichever is left.”

Paige nodded and took out a pile of train, plane, and bus tickets from her bag, tearing them up and throwing them in the trash.

Standing nearby, Carrie couldn’t help but comment, “You didn’t seem this cautious during the last two competitions.”

Although Paige had been serious about the previous two competitions, she hadn’t been this meticulous. This time, she had bought all kinds of transportation tickets but ended up taking a taxi, clearly to confuse the Elite Club and ensure their safety en route. The cost of all those tickets wasn’t cheap.

Carrie understood Paige’s intention-to prevent the Elite Club from tracking their movements and to ensure they wouldn’t encounter any “accidents” on the way.

Paige sat on the sofa and gathered her long hair. “Better safe than sorry. Until the competition starts tomorrow, stay here and don’t go anywhere. There’s fresh food in the kitchen, so feel free to cook something.”

The Elite Club was determined to win this third competition, they would undoubtedly go all out for this one.

Seeing Paige so cautious, a hint of nervousness flashed in Carrie’s eyes, but she nodded, “I understand. I’ll rest in my room.” What she needed to do now was adjust her mindset for the competition.

As Carrie walked away, Nick couldn’t help but frown, “Paige, Carrie seems a bit nervous. Will that affect her performance?”

Paige glanced at him and said indifferently, “That depends on her.” It wasn’t something she could control; she could only provide a relatively safe environment.

Paige chose a room for herself. Once inside, she lay on the bed and played with her phone, checking the online buzz about the competition. If Carrie won this round, the buzz would reach new heights. She needed Peak Club to be noticed by everyone.

Paige browsed the news for a while and began to feel sleepy. She pulled the blanket over herself and went to sleep.

She didn’t know how long she had slept when she was awakened by a faint knocking sound.

Annoyed at being disturbed, she reached for her phone and saw that it was already six in the evening. It was probably Nick calling her for dinner.

“I am sleeping, I don’t want to eat.” Paige replied, pulling the blanket over her head, trying to go back to sleep.

Since she was sent to the slums three years ago, her sleep had been troubled. It was rare for her to feel sleepy, and she really didn’t want to be disturbed.

The person outside didn’t leave and continued knocking.

“Knock knock knock.”

“Knock knock knock.”

Three knocks each time, very rhythmic, almost like a challenge, insisting that she open the door.

It wasn’t Nick.

Nick wouldn’t have the patience to keep knocking like this, and it wasn’t Carrie, who wouldn’t knock so long without saying something.

Paige’s eyes suddenly snapped open, her gaze icy cold in the dim room.

Could it be that despite all her precautions, the Elite Club had still found them? Carrie and Nick hadn’t made a sound; could it be…

Many possibilities flashed through Paige’s mind in an instant. She took a deep breath, sat up from the bed, and walked to the coat rack. She took the belt from the trench coat hanging there, slowly wrapped one end around her left palm, and held the other end tightly in her right hand, pulling it taut.

Then Paige walked towards the door, her eyes filled with a murderous intent as she stared at the closed door.

“Knock knock…”

Before the third knock, she suddenly opened the door and rushed forward to loop the belt around the person’s neck.

The person grabbed the belt in one swift move.

Paige froze.

The man leaned casually against the door, one hand braced on it. He slowly lifted his face, hidden under a cap, and his deep, magnetic voice teased, “What, planning to kill me?”

It was Enrico.

Paige let out a sigh of relief, then was immediately swamped by confusion. “What are you doing here?”

Enrico released the belt, removed the black mask from his face, and said, “Turns out, no matter where you try to hide, there’s no place I can’t find.”

“I wasn’t trying to escape.” Paige lowered the hand holding the belt, frowning.

“I know. Otherwise, do you think you’d still be standing here intact? Not going to let me in?”

Paige stepped aside, thought: How did he find this hotel? This was just one room she had chosen at random. Had he checked each room? Did Carrie and Nick see him?

“How did you know I was here?”

“There is your scent in this room.” Enrico said, lifting the suitcase behind him as he walked in.

She glanced at the suitcase in his hand, closing the door while asking, “What’s that for…?”

“There’s a finance summit here tomorrow, and I was invited to attend. I’ll stay with you tonight,” Enrico said as he took off his cap and tossed it aside.

Paige remembered seeing news about the finance summit while browsing earlier. So he was attending too. No wonder he had so readily agreed to her coming early.

“Help me with my tie,” Enrico said, turning to face her.

Paige turned on the light, then walked over and began to untie the tie around his neck. Suddenly, she realized this was the same tie from that night, the one with scuff marks from when she had been tied up on the sofa. He usually wore his clothes and ties only once, but this was the second time he was wearing it. What was he implying?

Pretending not to notice, Paige said, “It’s not really appropriate for you to stay here. My team members are in this suite too.”

Enrico, staring intently at her, let out a cold chuckle, his voice filled with a dark edge, “You’re getting bolder, daring to cohabit with a man.”

“It’s for safety that we booked a suite. Everyone has their own room.”

“Heh.” Enrico sneered, “Make them leave.”

Paige struggled a bit to untie the tie. The tie reminded her of that wild night, and she was momentarily distracted. It took her a while to process his words, and she said, “I need to ensure their safety. That’s my responsibility as their leader.”

“You’re staying in a suite with another man. Do you think he’ll be safe?” Enrico’s voice was full of menace. Indeed, he was scarier than the Elite Club people.

Paige relented, “Fine, I’ll arrange for them to stay elsewhere, but you need to ensure their safety.”

Enrico snorted again. He grabbed her hand, the tie crumpling in her grasp, one end dangling down.

Enrico leaned in close, “From now on, keep your distance from all men.”

“There’s nothing between Nick and me,” Paige reiterated.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“If there were, he wouldn’t be alive now,” Enrico said, gripping her hand.

Hearing this, Paige realized he must have thoroughly investigated all the members of Peak Club.

She nodded, trying to free her hand.

Enrico effortlessly lifted her and placed her on the nearby cabinet, kissing her, his tongue teasing her lips.

The feeling of her feet dangling unsettled Paige, and she frowned slightly as Enrico’s kisses trailed down her nose.

Paige resignedly said, “Let’s move to the bed.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to make him carry her to the bed.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.