The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

He opened his fingers, and the light spot remained in his palm, as if he could grasp this light in the darkness with a mere clench of his hand.

“……”

Enrico’s dark eyes studied the light for a moment before turning around.

Paige was still sitting on the sofa, holding Little Dolphin in one arm and gently waving a small mirror in the other, using the outside light to reflect onto his palm.

Seeing him turn around, Paige gazed at him quietly and said, “Enrico, don’t say that again.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“What?”

Enrico stared deeply at her, from across the living room.

“Those words about going crazy.”

Paige said, each word weak but clear, “Our worlds each have their own darkness, but even the darkest places have light that can pierce through.”

She wouldn’t remain despondent forever, and he shouldn’t keep dwelling on his AS schizophrenia. If he could give her psychological counseling, he should also come to terms with things himself.

What seemed like indifference on his lips was actually deep concern.

Enrico, standing on the stairs, felt his chest tremble violently upon hearing her.

She understood what bothered him.

Even the darkest places have light, but this light was something she had reflected onto him with a mirror.

He looked down, watching the light spot on his palm slightly flicker. He slowly closed his long fingers, looked up, and met her gaze on the sofa with an intense, almost consuming possessive gleam in his eyes.

Enrico pressed his lips together and spoke hoarsely after a long pause, “Paige, have you ever wondered why I’m fixated on you?”

There were so many women in the world. Why did he choose her?

“……”

Suddenly hearing such a question, Paige was stunned.

Enrico stood there, his thin lips curling into a wicked smile, “Because you made me fixate on you.”

From the beginning to the end, he had never been the one to initiate. She had been.

Every one of her actions seemed to wrap vines around him, squeezing his heart more and more.

But once he was fixated, he would never let go for the rest of his life.

“……”

Paige was speechless.

How did it become that she made him fixate on her? Didn’t this imply she was deliberately enticing him?

Thinking this, Paige silently lowered the mirror in her hand.

Enrico watched the light in his hand disappear, quickly descending the stairs. He came in front of her, sweeping Little Dolphin from her arms and lifting her off the sofa. “Come on, accompany me to handle some business.”

“……”

Paige felt she might be overreacting, “Do you want me to pretend I didn’t do anything just now?”

What was there to accompany in handling business?

“No.”

Enrico flatly refused, leaning down to kiss her lips, “Until your foot heals, you’ll stay in my arms.”

Wherever he went, she would go too.

“……”

Paige didn’t know what to say.

……

A new bar named “Pinnacle” had opened in the Capital, becoming the latest hotspot for young people in the city.

It wasn’t backed by a big-spending boss but by a college student who understood the younger generation’s tastes.

The decor was reminiscent of an ancient royal palace, splendid and dazzling. Once inside, there was a vast hall and a cool dance floor.

The DJ was at the top, spinning records, while various lights danced across the faces of a crowd of enthusiastic young people, creating a fantastical scene.

The hall was designed intriguingly, with various angled platforms allowing everyone to have a good spot to dance.

In the dance floor, people were dancing wildly.

On a raised platform in the corner, the Peak Club members gathered. They hadn’t met since Paige’s absence, so everyone decided to gather without her.

Rey was dancing energetically with Mira.

Nick, with his silver hair, leaned against the railing, watching the people below sway their hips and enjoying himself.

Carrie, holding a bottle of beer, approached him, “Is this a bar or a nightclub? It’s so lively.”

“Why distinguish so clearly? As long as money is made,” Nick clinked his beer bottle with hers, pointing below, “Look, my place has become a complete hotspot. So many rich second-generation kids are queuing to come here. These VIP seats are booked every day, not a single one is free.”

“Is it that amazing?” Carrie took a small sip of her beer.

“Of course. I have many ways to make money here. It’s just that reality used to limit me,” Nick pointed to his head with the bottle neck, “Opening a bar in the Capital isn’t something just anyone can do. Now that I have you guys and Paige behind me, it’s incredibly easy.”

Anyone from Peak Club could get some face when they went out.

“Don’t get too cocky, or you might embarrass Paige,” Carrie warned him.

“Not possible. I won’t drag Paige down,” Nick assured.

A loud cheer erupted from below. A man dressed well and wearing sunglasses was kissing a girl in a short skirt passionately. The crowd around them cheered loudly, shouting “KISS”!

The man flaunted himself, raising his hand and announcing to the crowd, “I’ll cover all the drinks for the night!”

Immediately, the entire venue erupted with excitement, and the DJ cranked up the music even more.

The man seemed to revel in the praise, raising his chin as if to reach the sky, dancing with the girl, who was smiling and clinging to his shoulder.

They were undoubtedly the center of attention.

“Do you see that person? The famous Mr. Mohan from the rich second-generation circle. I heard his family is into mining, very wealthy. He’s recently been chasing a new girl, spending money like water, and covering all the drinks at the bar,” Nick said, observing the scene.

“What are you talking about?” Bobby, Rey, Mira, and others gathered closer.

The nine members of Peak Club huddled together.

“Do you see the girl Mr. Mohan is with? I heard some gossip. Apparently, she used to be involved with a fugitive from the slums, deeply in love. But Mr. Mohan threw money at her and got her into bed,” Nick shared, clicking his tongue, “Now the girl is decked out in designer brands from head to toe.”

“A fugitive from the slums?” Bobby was surprised.

“Yeah, I heard Mr. Mohan had him dumped at the police station a while back, sentenced to death without much of a trial. He’s probably dead by now,” Nick said with a hint of lament.

“Fighting for a woman to the point of death?” Mira frowned, “That’s going too far.”

“Well, that’s just unfortunate. The latest laws have made the punishment for slum fugitives harsher than before,” Rey added, “No woman and losing a life, sigh.”

“I find this person quite disgusting,” Carrie said coldly, her gaze cutting through the glaring lights, landing on Mr. Mohan’s hand reaching under the girl’s skirt in full view of the public.