The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“So, the reason you said those words before your arrest was to save your own life.”

The man finally realized that the girl in front of him didn’t need to be questioned with any subtlety-just simple and direct. He cocked the gun in his hand. “Fine, then. Tell me, do you have any evidence?”

“Let Rafael come and talk to me,” Paige responded calmly.

“The President isn’t someone you can just meet,” the man said, pressing the gun hard against her body.

“Then let’s see how things develop,” Paige smiled.

Stubborn fool!

No one could be this arrogant in Gangnam Hall.

Hearing this, the man’s face turned completely dark, and he fired a shot at her right shoulder.

“Bang!”

Paige was seated there, her body jolting violently, her face turning pale, devoid of any color, as the intense pain spread from her right shoulder, quickly coursing through her entire body.

The man looked at her with some surprise. Normally, anyone shot like that would at least cry out in pain, if not go into convulsions or lose their senses.

But Paige, who appeared as delicate as a fragile vase, merely lowered her head, glanced indifferently at the sudden blood hole in her right shoulder, and, with pale lips, calmly said, “I’ve experienced the methods of Gangnam Hall.”

“…”

“So, can Rafael come and talk to me now? Or do you want to try something else?”

“…”

The three men questioning her looked at her with disbelief.

It seemed that the person in front of them was indeed beyond their capacity to interrogate.

…

In a luxurious, opulent hall, the TV was continuously broadcasting the news-

“Joss, who comes with a civilian aura, was exposed as a fugitive from the slums during her first speech after applying for a seat as a council member. She was arrested by the police on the spot. Such arrogant and vile behavior from a fugitive has caused a serious impact. Everyone is speculating about her intentions in becoming a council member. Now, follow our cameras as we visit the Clarkes, which is said to be an empty building now…”

The reporter stood in front of the old Public Law Council building, reading the script to the camera.

The word “slum” seemed to have become a hot topic in Country A overnight.

A place that had never been given any attention suddenly dominated all the trending topics.

Leah and Jeremy sat on the sofa, Leah peeling grapes and feeding them to Jeremy as he changed channels.

Every channel was talking about the slums, all talking about Paige.

“No wonder that girl clung to Enrico back then; turns out she’s from the slums.”

Jeremy bit down on the grape, sneering coldly.

“I think she was a bit self-righteous, thinking that by exposing the so-called secret of the slums, she could stir public opinion. But within two hours, that segment she mentioned was completely erased, as if she had never said it.”

Leah said, her voice soft and gentle.

Public opinion is powerless in the face of true power.

From the moment Paige’s identity was revealed, all the major conglomerates had set their sights on her. All the forces had unanimously agreed on one thing: she couldn’t be let off.

When Rachel walked in from outside, she heard Jeremy saying, “That girl didn’t say those things for public opinion; she said them for all the conglomerates to hear. She wants them to wonder if she has some evidence in her hands. She’s very clever, trying to protect herself.”

Hearing this, Rachel’s eyes flickered.

Protect herself?

She wouldn’t let Paige have the chance to protect herself. She wanted Paige to die this time, without a burial place.

“Father, Mother.”

Rachel walked over, bowed respectfully to the two of them, then knelt down beside them to peel grapes.

Leah nodded at her, then suddenly frowned, “She’s Enrico’s woman. Will Enrico protect her?”

“Isn’t it better if he does?”

Jeremy revealed a cruel smile, “Enrico controls most of Country A’s economy. He seems invincible, but the conglomerates are divided because they don’t trust each other.”

“…”

Rachel squatted there, listening quietly.

Jeremy put the remote control aside and continued, “But if he insists on protecting a mere fugitive from the slums, even allowing secrets to be exposed, then he will be standing against all the conglomerates in Country A. If they unite against him… even if Enrico doesn’t die, he’ll be skinned alive.”

Hearing this, Rachel’s fingers stiffened. She looked up at Jeremy, “Second brother wouldn’t disregard everything for that slum girl.”

The Gustin Group is the largest conglomerate in Country A. Most of the economy and transportation are in her second brother’s hands. What sane person would disregard everything like that?

Upon hearing this, Jeremy’s expression turned cold. He angrily raised his leg and kicked Rachel, “What nonsense are you talking about? It’s better if he makes a mistake. If he does, Rafael and the other conglomerates will beg me to step in.”

Only then could he regain control of the Gustin Group.

“Rachel…”

Leah, standing there, glanced reproachfully at Rachel. She knew very well that the father and son were rivals, so why did she say such things?

“…”

Rachel was kicked to the ground, taking a while to recover. She clenched her fists tightly.

She and Jeremy had different ideas. She wanted to become the lady of the Gustin Group, not to see Enrico brought down.

Now Enrico was abroad, unable to intervene in anything.

She had secretly handed over all her chips to Rafael. As the President, Rafael would have a way to force Enrico to give up on that woman, Paige.

…

The Presidential Palace stood tall under the vast sky. White cranes danced by the lakeside, a picturesque yet solemn scene.

“Bang!” The office door was violently pushed open.

Rafael, dressed impeccably, looked up from his desk and saw Jaden storming in with an angry expression.

The butler and several security guards followed, looking troubled. “Mr. President, we couldn’t stop him.”

“All of you, leave,” Rafael waved his hand, dismissing them.

Jaden strode over to Rafael, lowered his head, and then said bluntly, “Ms. Paige is Mr. Gustin’s person. Please release her immediately. If you find it difficult, you can follow the regular procedure, but you can’t keep her in Gangnam Hall.”

Gangnam Hall is a place where people disappear!

As far as he knew, no one who had entered Gangnam Hall had ever come out alive.

If Mr. Gustin found out that Ms. Paige was forcibly taken to Gangnam Hall while in his hands, even a hundred heads wouldn’t be enough for Mr. Gustin to vent his anger.

“Does Enrico know about this?” Rafael sat there, his face no longer calm as usual, his brow furrowed behind his gold-rimmed glasses.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Jaden looked at his watch, “He’s in a private meeting over there, with all signals blocked. The meeting ends in 10 minutes.”

Unless Mr. Gustin walked out of that conference room himself, he wouldn’t be able to receive any news from home.

But Mr. Gustin hadn’t made any calls yet, which meant he still didn’t know.