The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Enrico instantly understood her implication and scoffed, “In the eyes of others, she is my sister. If she gets tainted by the Elite Club scandal, it will affect the family’s reputation.”

Is that really all?

“I thought you forgave her because she took an arrow for you,” Paige remarked.

“She foolishly threw herself in front of an arrow. Am I supposed to be grateful for that?” Enrico sneered coldly.

“Oh.” Paige continued feeding him soup.

Rachel must have calculated her move, but the result wasn’t as good as expected.

Enrico suddenly sensed Paige’s thoughts, his eyes sharpened, and he stared at her, “You’re not allowed to think like that.”

“Huh? What?”

Paige didn’t grasp his meaning at first.

“I took an arrow for you; you must be grateful,” Enrico declared dominantly.

That was hardly a random act of heroism on his part.

Mr. Gustin, you’re quite the double standard.

Paige scooped up another spoonful of soup and fed it to his lips, asking quietly, “Have you ever wondered why Rachel took an arrow for you?”

“Isn’t it obvious? She wants a better life.”

The Gustins are living too stifled; being his savior brings countless benefits.

Rachel certainly wanted more than just a better life.

Paige was pondering whether to give him a hint when Enrico suddenly looked at her, “Why do you keep asking about her? Has she troubled you?”

Paige looked into his eyes calmly and asked, “If I say yes, what will you do?”

“I’ll have her oxygen tube pulled out.”

Enrico didn’t hesitate.

Alright.

Paige shook her head, “So far, there’s no evidence she has done anything to me. I can handle it myself.”

Rachel’s actions were meticulous, never using her own name.

“Rachel doesn’t have the guts; she’s too mediocre,” Enrico said in a low voice. “But if she really did something to you, tell me immediately.”

Rachel, mediocre?

Men are still a bit inaccurate when judging women.

For several days, Paige focused on taking care of Enrico at Rose Estate.

Olivia worried about her missing school and suggested she attend classes while Olivia looked after Enrico.

But when Paige mentioned it to him, Enrico flipped out-

“I’m injured because of you, and you’re still thinking about your studies?”

Enrico glared at her, his eyes as sharp as knives.

“I see you’re doing much better these days. Peak Club just won a competition, and there are many matters I need to handle,” Paige tried to stay calm. “I won’t attend class, just handle things and come back, no more than three hours.”

Peak Club was under intense scrutiny now, and Nick and the others were struggling without her presence.

She sat on the living room sofa, Enrico lazily resting his head on her lap.

This had been their routine lately; her legs had become Enrico’s exclusive pillow, often numb from the weight.

Enrico casually played a video game, his lips curling, “Fine, you can go.”

“You agree?” Paige was surprised. How had he suddenly become so reasonable?

“If you go, I’ll be very unhappy.” Enrico slowly lifted his face, his narrow eyes lingering on her, “If I’m not happy enough, I might relapse.”

Isn’t this illness supposed to be taboo for him? How could he use it to threaten her?

Why couldn’t she have Enrico’s attitude towards Rachel?

He took an arrow for her willingly; why should she feel guilty?

“If I relapse, the entire Capital will be in chaos, and if something happens to you, there’ll be no one to protect you. You might end up back in the slums.”

Enrico spoke leisurely, “Then you’ll realize, it’s all because you wanted to go to school today.”

Paige felt dejected but resigned, “I won’t go to school then.”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

No need to risk the Capital’s peace, making her the culprit.

Olivia walked over with a fruit platter, hearing the conversation, and looked sympathetically at Paige.

“I want grapes.” Enrico ordered as Olivia approached.

Olivia quickly brought the fruit platter over, and Paige picked a clean grape to feed him.

Enrico opened his mouth and ate it, frowning shortly after, “Why does it have seeds?”

“My mistake, I bought grapes with seeds,” Olivia apologized hastily.

Paige asked Olivia for a tissue, which she opened and held in her palm, then leaned closer to Enrico’s lips. Without hesitation, he spat the seeds into her hand, his attention still on the TV.

Paige threw the tissue into the trash, then looked at her hand.

Why did these actions feel so familiar now?

She wanted to cut off her hand.

After finishing a game, Enrico tossed the controller aside and looked at her, “Are you bored?”

Paige shook her head, she just wanted to handle things at Peak Club.

Enrico stared at her and suddenly asked, “Do you know how to drive?”

“No.”

She had been sent to the slums at eighteen; there was no chance to learn.

“Come, I’ll teach you to drive.”

Enrico got up from her lap and sat up.

Teach her to drive? So suddenly?

…

A driver took them to the Gustins’ estate.

Enrico led Paige into the underground parking garage, an enormous space filled with the Gustins’ private cars, with no empty spots.

The garage showcased all sorts of luxurious brands Paige knew and didn’t know, maintained by a dedicated team.

It resembled a world-class luxury car exhibition.

Paige was handed a transparent jar, a gift from Enrico, a jar of car keys.

“Don’t worry about picking a car, just choose a key and see which car lights up.”

The rich have a simple and crude way of choosing cars.

“Are you really going to teach me to drive?” Paige hugged the jar and looked at him.

If she learned to drive, wouldn’t he worry about her running away?

“Many people will trouble you in the future, learning a life-saving skill will benefit you.” Enrico’s voice was magnetic, his tone matter-of-fact.

So he wanted to teach her a life-saving skill.

He didn’t seem worried about her running away anymore.

Paige randomly picked a key from the jar and pressed it. In the silent garage, a distant car light blinked.

It can sense from that far?

Paige held Enrico’s arm, “Swipe your finger across the buttons.”

Paige obediently swiped the key, and the next second, the sound of an engine starting echoed. A red sports car slowly emerged from a distant parking spot and drove toward them.

It stopped in front of them, flashing its lights twice, as if saying, “Master, I’m here.”

“Pretty high-tech,” Paige remarked.

Looking at the sports car, she suddenly remembered the beasts she had tamed on Wind Island. Initially fierce, they eventually became docile in her presence.

“The only fully AI-customized sports car in the country, worth 300 million, it’s yours,” Enrico said, looking at her.

A 300 million custom sports car…

“You want me to learn to drive in a 300 million sports car?”

Paige stared at him incredulously. Wasn’t he afraid she’d crash it?

“Too cheap?” Enrico’s thinking was on a different plane, “There’s one over there encrusted with diamonds, worth 3 billion, the key should be in…”

“This car will do.” Paige quickly interrupted.

“Fine, get in.” Enrico smirked.

Paige walked forward, and sensing her presence, the car doors opened, like unfolding butterfly wings, a striking red.

Paige sat in the driver’s seat and turned to Enrico.

The sports car’s low chassis made Enrico’s movement into the passenger seat slow due to his injury.

Paige reached out to support him, “Maybe we should get a coach.”

It’s inconvenient with his injury.

Enrico gave her a dark look, “Why would I let another man be alone with you?”

“A female coach will do.”

“Oh.” Enrico replied, “No.”

Paige didn’t argue further, fastening her seatbelt.

The central screen lit up, and a cartoon figure appeared, “Hi, I’m Algo. Are you the master I’ve been waiting for for a thousand years? Algo missed you so much. Quickly complete the facial recognition, so Algo can remember you forever.”

No wonder it’s fully AI-customized.

The car’s interior was comfortable, the air fresh, well-maintained.

After following Algo’s instructions for facial recognition, Paige suddenly felt something was off, “Have you never driven this car before?”