The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Having followed Mr. Gustin for so many years, this was the first time he had ever betrayed him. It was a betrayal that felt worse than death.

He hadn’t slept a single night these past few days. He suddenly wondered, if Paige died, how could he ever face Mr. Gustin again?

In another car, Rafael rested his head on one hand, looking despondent. A document lay on his lap, which he casually flipped through. Page after page, it was filled with words about Paige.

As he read, his eyes unexpectedly felt a bit sore. After a long moment, he removed his glasses and, almost talking to himself, said, “I always believed that the stability of a country is worth any sacrifice, just like soldiers going to war, willing to die nameless to maintain peace.”

“Mr. President…” The butler, sitting in the driver’s seat, glanced at Rafael in the rearview mirror and saw the exhaustion etched on his face.

“But now, suddenly, I’m not so sure,” Rafael continued, leaning back tiredly. She had screamed at him, asking why, as human beings, she didn’t deserve fairness. Indeed, sacrifice must be voluntary.

“Mr. President, don’t think like that. After today, everything will be peaceful. At least during your term, there will be peace,” the butler tried to console him.

“She’s only 21, so young, and such a rare talent, yet I’ve tortured her so much, and she’ll die unjustly,” Rafael said with a self-deprecating smile. “I hope she turns into a vengeful spirit and comes straight for me.”

“…”

The butler looked into the rearview mirror again and was surprised to see that Rafael’s eyes were slightly red.

Today was destined to be a difficult day.

…

The Gustin family’s villa was luxurious and opulent. In the grand hall, a massive crystal chandelier hung ten meters high, shining brilliantly even during the day.

Rachel was wearing an exceptionally gorgeous evening gown today, adorned with diamonds that made her look particularly elegant and noble. Holding her cat, she gently danced, a smile on her exquisitely made-up face, her eyes shining, with no sign of her usual illness.

“Rachel, why are you so happy today?” Leah asked as she walked in and saw Rachel lightly dancing with the cat, humming an off-tune melody.

“I am happy,” Rachel replied with a smile, glancing over at the television screen not far away, which was broadcasting live from the execution site. The crowd was even larger than during Paige’s speech.

But today, it was Paige’s execution day. Paige’s death would undoubtedly sadden her brother greatly. When he returns, as his sister, she would have to comfort him.

Thinking this, Rachel’s smile grew even more joyful.

Not long after, Jeremy appeared. He was dressed impeccably, with no trace of alcohol on him. He sat on the sofa, his deep-set eyes fixed on the television screen.

“…”

Leah glanced at the father and daughter, who were both staring so intently at Paige’s execution. Was it really that captivating? After all, Paige was just someone from the slums.

Leah sat down and started peeling an apple, not bothering to disturb the father and daughter.

Time ticked away. When the scheduled time for the execution arrived, the vehicle carrying the condemned still hadn’t reached the site, even though the police had already cleared a path through the crowd.

Why hadn’t it arrived yet?

Rachel watched the screen, feeling inexplicably uneasy as the reporter mentioned the possibility of a traffic jam.

A traffic jam? How could the vehicle carrying a death row inmate get stuck in traffic? Wasn’t there a police escort?

On the television, some police officers began to move, pulling back from the crowd. Had something gone wrong? Where were they? It was already past the scheduled time!

Rachel’s eyes flickered as she angrily tossed the cat from her arms onto the floor. What on earth was happening? They were already 15 minutes late!

Suddenly, a burst of inappropriate laughter echoed through the hall. Rachel turned and saw Jeremy sitting there, laughing gleefully, his eyes alight with excitement as if something he had been waiting for had finally come to pass.

“Father, what’s going on?” Rachel asked, suddenly feeling uneasy.

“The scheduled time has arrived, yet the condemned hasn’t been brought to the execution site. Can’t you see what’s happening?” Jeremy stood from the sofa, straightening his suit.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Maybe the vehicle broke down on the way,” Leah suggested softly.

“Foolish! Rafael went to great lengths to stage this grand show to appease all sides. There’s no way he would allow any delay in the execution time,” Jeremy laughed with renewed vigor. “This can only mean one thing: someone’s coming back.”

Someone’s coming back. That one sentence made Rachel take a step back, her heart freezing over. “That’s… that’s impossible. The president and Jaden wouldn’t allow my brother to return.”

“Where is the security thinnest now, with everyone’s attention focused on the execution site and the roads heavily guarded?” Jeremy asked.

“…”

Rachel’s face turned as white as a sheet. It was at Gangnam Hall, at the moment when Paige was taken out of Gangnam Hall, that security would be the weakest. She had only ever heard of Gangnam Hall by name and had no idea where it was, but her brother… he couldn’t possibly not know.

Could it be that he really had returned? But how? That was impossible. Wasn’t everything completely locked down?

Leah, still seated, saw Jeremy heading out and couldn’t help but ask, “Jeremy, where are you going?”

“Of course, I’m going to the site to see how my good son risks everything for a woman and maybe have a chat with some old acquaintances,” Jeremy said, practically brimming with excitement. If he could get evidence of Enrico protecting a woman from the slums, and then connect with those powerful families and old clans, his era would be on the horizon!

Hearing this, Rachel suddenly realized that Jeremy was planning to deal a blow to Enrico, and she hurried to catch up with him. “No, Father, my brother’s men won’t let you leave!”

*Slap!*

Annoyed, Jeremy slapped her, sending the frail Rachel sprawling on the floor. “Do I need you to teach me how to handle things?”

“Father!”

“Times have changed. I usually hold back because I have no other choice, but today, even if someone tries to stop me, I’ll use every bit of my power to leave this estate!” Jeremy declared, striding out.

“…”

Rachel lay on the floor, clutching her face, her heart in utter turmoil. Was her brother really going to lose everything for that woman? Why was he doing this? Why did he have to come back? He couldn’t possibly pull this off!

…

Meanwhile, Rafael was the first to receive the news and immediately ordered the butler to drive away while deploying the special forces to return to Gangnam Hall for support.

Seeing this, Jaden didn’t hesitate to follow suit.

The crowd was still abuzz, discussing the absence of the condemned. Kevin and the nine members of the Peak Club also noticed something was amiss. Seeing the special forces being redeployed, they all had the same thought: follow them!

“Get in my car, let’s go!” Nick said excitedly.