The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Everyone was stunned. “Paige really has a boyfriend?”

Carrie looked at her in surprise.

“Yes, he was injured recently, so I’ve been staying with him. Once he recovers, I’ll fully dedicate myself to the work at Peak Club,” Paige stated seriously, making her stance clear.

Nick was dumbfounded. So, he had actually called that man a gigolo earlier? Damn, no wonder the guy got so angry.

Nick said with a bitter expression, “Paige, why didn’t you tell us earlier?”

“You were the one jumping to conclusions,” Paige gave him a sidelong glance, then said, “Alright, put your personal feelings aside. Let’s go inside.”

“Yes, Paige,” everyone responded in unison.

Paige led the group as they headed toward the Presidential Palace in a grand procession. Flags flew high at the palace entrance, with security guards everywhere, creating a solemn atmosphere.

“No wonder it’s the Presidential Palace. I’m getting nervous even before we enter.”

“What if we can’t answer their questions later?”

“Is my outfit appropriate for today?”

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A middle-aged butler in a tailcoat approached them, bowing politely. “Students, please follow me this way.”

After passing through security and handing over some personal items, the Peak Club members finally entered the palace.

The view inside was expansive, with white cranes spreading their wings by the artificial lake in the distance, and guards patrolling with large dogs.

Paige, having seen the grandeur of the Gustin estate, wasn’t particularly impressed. But Nick, Carrie, and the others were so awestruck by the sight that they forgot to breathe.

After walking through a long corridor, they reached another spacious area. They passed through several doors before finally entering a magnificent white building.

The butler led them to a large reception room. “Please have a seat and wait here. The President will see you once he’s finished with his affairs.”

Paige nodded politely and sat down on a nearby sofa.

Servants brought out the finest tea and pastries. The butler stood by, smiling as he attended to them.

Nick and the others sat down with Paige, their postures straight and proper. Though they appeared composed, they were all inwardly anxious. After all, it was their first time being received by the President.

Paige, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, as if meeting the President was no big deal. Could it be that she had already met more important people?

Time passed slowly as they waited in discomfort. Two hours had gone by.

Paige unwrapped a mint candy and popped it into her mouth, showing no sign of impatience. She glanced up and noticed the butler observing them from the side.

She suddenly realized that the two-hour wait was intentional. It was a power move, a way to test their mental fortitude.

The thoughts of powerful people were always complicated.

Paige’s lips curved into a slightly mocking smile.

Although Nick and the others often had bad tempers, today they were impressively composed.

Just then, the large door behind them opened.

Everyone turned to see four security guards entering first, followed by a man who walked in at a leisurely pace.

The man appeared to be in his early thirties, with a tall and slender build. He wore a meticulously tailored shirt and trousers, and his handsome face was framed by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving him an air of noble elegance.

This was Rafael Deleon, the President of Country A, known to have close ties with Enrico-or so the rumors said.

As he entered, everyone stood up to greet him. “Good day, Mr. President.”

“Please, sit down. No need to be formal,” Rafael said with a smile, looking approachable.

He sat in a single armchair, the closest seat to Paige.

“I invited you here today because I wanted to meet the group of students who have been making waves in the country,” Rafael said, smiling warmly as his gaze settled on Carrie. “I remember you. In the competition, you withstood pressure from the competitors from Country C and won the championship. Your name is…”

“Carrie,” she replied respectfully.

“Yes, you performed very well,” Rafael nodded.

“Thank you.”

Though Carrie was just a student, being praised by such a prominent figure made her cheeks flush with excitement.

Rafael continued to praise the other members one by one. As they saw how approachable he was, everyone began to relax.

Finally, Rafael turned his attention to Paige. “I hear that Peak Club was founded by Miss Clarke. You’re quite courageous.”

“You’re too kind. I just want to test something,” Paige replied with calm confidence.

“Test what?” Rafael asked, looking at her intently.

“To see if, in A Nation, ordinary people still have the chance to dream,” Paige answered seriously, meeting his gaze.

As soon as Paige finished speaking, everyone around her gasped, nervously glancing at her. These were the kinds of things they might discuss in private, but how could she say such things here, of all places?

Rafael didn’t get angry; instead, he simply asked, “And what kind of dream do you want to pursue?”

“For example, not being deliberately left waiting in this reception room for two hours,” Paige said, her tone indifferent.

At this, the butler standing nearby frowned. “This student has quite a way with words. The President is a busy man, and you have a problem with waiting two hours?”

“Waiting under normal circumstances is fine, but waiting in a way that lacks goodwill can be uncomfortable,” Paige responded, lifting her gaze toward a camera positioned high above. “There are likely several people in high places watching us, judging how difficult we might be to deal with-whether to suppress us forcefully or offer us some favors to calm things down.”

Paige looked at him, her voice cool, “In this exalted Presidential Palace, it’s nothing short of a dream for an ordinary student to receive a gesture of goodwill while waiting, isn’t it?”

Though her words carried a subtle edge, they weren’t offensive.

He studied her intently for a long moment before adjusting his glasses with a smile. “I’ve always wondered how a girl could establish Peak Club under such immense pressure. Now, I understand.”

Before Paige could respond, Rafael seemed to recall something and chuckled again. “You remind me of someone-someone equally rebellious, audacious, and who never plays by the rules.”

Someone who always acts on his own whims, leaving others at a loss.

“Who?” Nick asked cautiously.

“Enrico, you’ve heard of him, right?” Rafael smiled as he glanced at them.

Paige fell silent, surprised to hear Enrico’s name mentioned here.

“I should have invited Enrico today as well, to see which of you is more formidable,” Rafael said with a grin.

“Mr. President, you’re overestimating me.”

“Since Miss Clarke is so straightforward, let’s be honest with each other.”

Rafael clasped his hands together, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he looked at her. “I admire Peak Club. I believe that if given the chance, all of you will become pillars of our nation. However, I need your assurance that you won’t stir up further class conflict. It’s not good for such tensions to escalate. Don’t you agree, Miss Clarke?”

“As long as Peak Club can establish itself peacefully in The Capital, I have no objections,” Paige replied.

“Peacefully?” Rafael caught on to the key word.

“Even just participating in competitions has involved schemes against Peak Club. Last time, Carrie and I were nearly locked up and burned alive,” Paige said, glancing at Carrie. “Some tactics are impossible to guard against.”

Rafael looked at her, impressed by her strength and her audacity to negotiate with him.

“It seems that whether in school or society, competition is indeed brutal. Miss Clarke, if anyone causes you trouble in the future, you can come directly to the Presidential Palace. I’ll have someone handle it for you.”

Rafael then turned to the butler standing nearby. “Listen, whenever Miss Clarke comes to the Presidential Palace, notify me immediately.”

“Yes, sir,” the butler replied, bowing respectfully.

With Rafael’s promise, Nick, Rey, and the others grew excited. Did this mean they now had a powerful ally?

“Thank you very much,” Paige said, lowering her head in gratitude. She didn’t expect the President to personally handle such trivial matters, but with his promise, their enemies would at least think twice before acting against Peak Club.

“No need to thank me. I’m looking forward to you all shaping the future of our nation.”

Rafael smiled elegantly and then turned his gaze to Nick and the others. “What do you all aspire to be? Perhaps I can help you, a group of students with dreams.”

This was clearly an attempt to win them over.

The members eagerly shared their dreams, emphasizing that they didn’t want special treatment but wished to achieve their goals through their own efforts.

“Such ambition,” Rafael nodded approvingly before turning to Paige, who was closest to him. “And what about you, Miss Clarke? What do you want to do in the future?”