The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

The existence of the conglomerates became the reason she couldn’t survive, so he decided to reshuffle the conglomerates of Country A.

This way, she could live freely.

“I’ve never seen you like this before,” Rafael felt as though he no longer recognized Enrico at all. “You’ll get yourself involved too!”

He was the tycoon among tycoons!

How could he disregard everything for Paige?

“I failed to protect her, naturally, among the multitudes.”

Enrico’s tone was calm, but to Rafael’s ears, it sounded like madness, something no sane person would do.

“…”

Rafael stared at him in shock, then suddenly laughed-loudly and mockingly, though it was unclear whether he was mocking Enrico or himself.

Enrico’s eyes were icy.

“Then what about what Jaden and I have done? Weren’t we doing it for you?”

Rafael smiled bitterly, “Enrico, if you’re going to be this stubborn, don’t blame me for bringing your father back to retake control of the Gustin Group and stand against you.”

He had to maintain a stable situation.

Enrico had such power but insisted on acting recklessly, so he could only call Jeremy to suppress him.

“Fine,” Enrico said without hesitation, his eyes bloodshot, “Then let’s see if you help Jeremy take my place first, or if I pull you down from yours.”

Hearing this, Rafael’s face paled, “I never thought that one day we would end up like this over a woman.”

“You shouldn’t have touched her,” Enrico said, his attitude resolute.

“Alright, since we have nothing more to say, take your people and leave. All brotherhood ends today.”

Rafael put his glasses back on, his voice somewhat stiff.

The real fight between them would begin the moment Enrico left Gangnam Hall.

“…”

Enrico coldly glanced at him without a word, then stood up to leave.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What if I’m willing to be a caged canary?” The girl’s slightly hoarse voice suddenly echoed in the cell.

Enrico whipped around, seeing Paige holding a medical kit, standing there pale-faced. Her bloodshot eyes looked past him, quietly gazing at Rafael.

“When did you get here?” Enrico frowned.

“I borrowed a medical kit and came over,” Paige said calmly, just after he mentioned that his only interest was her.

She walked towards him, smiling faintly, “Sit down, let me clean your face.”

Enrico obediently sat down as Paige placed the medical kit on the table, opened it, and took out a pack of medical wipes, leaning against the table as she began to clean Enrico’s face.

“Paige, what did you mean by what you just said?” Rafael sat there looking at Paige, thinking she seemed calmer than Enrico.

Paige wiped his forehead, where there was a bruise. She gently wiped it, causing Enrico to frown, so she softened her touch. The wipe skirted around the wound as she first cleaned the dirt off his face.

Enrico stared at her, rubbing his face into her palm.

Paige looked down at him, smiling softly, and then said calmly, “Since I wasn’t executed today, you can say that there were too many people at the scene, and to avoid accidents, the execution was carried out elsewhere.”

“That explanation might fool the general public, but it won’t deceive the conglomerates,” Rafael said. “In fact, by now, someone might already know that Enrico came to rescue her.”

“So today shouldn’t be about rescue, but silencing witnesses.”

Paige continued to carefully clean Enrico’s face, watching as his handsome features slowly reemerged.

“…”

Enrico understood her meaning, his eyes staring intently at her, almost disbelieving.

Rafael pondered for a moment after hearing her words, then said, “Are you saying I should fabricate today’s events, releasing news to all the major conglomerates and old families that someone entered Gangnam Hall to silence witnesses, and it might have been Enrico?”

“Enrico was attending a summit in Country T. When he returned and learned about the slum dwellers, he, being always ruthless and cruel, was particularly displeased with their public exposure and provocation, so he ordered someone to silence them before the execution, burning them alive to warn the slum dwellers not to cause trouble again.”

As Paige spoke, she finally managed to clean Enrico’s face, though the wounds still looked shocking.

Hearing this, Rafael’s thoughts began to stir again, “Faking surveillance footage wouldn’t be difficult, and burning someone alive wouldn’t require viewing the body. Plus, if Enrico is the one handling the situation, the conglomerates would stop pursuing it. After all, who would imagine that the biggest tycoon in Country A would come to Gangnam Hall to save a slum dweller?”

The cover-up would make sense, and the matter could be peacefully resolved.

With this thought, Rafael felt a sudden sense of clarity, realizing it hadn’t yet reached the point of life and death.

“And then?” Enrico stared at Paige’s pale and dry lips.

“Then, Country A doesn’t need to fall into chaos, I don’t need to die, and you don’t need to act recklessly. We can resolve this peacefully.”

Paige smiled at him, “Of course, it’s impossible for me to betray the organization behind me, but I can assure you, they won’t act out. They will, as I did before, work towards a peaceful resolution of the slum issue, though it may take longer.”

Maybe two years, maybe four years, maybe longer, maybe… it will never be resolved.

“I’m asking about you.” Enrico looked at her, his voice low and hoarse.

Paige’s hand, holding the wipe, paused as it reached his neck, where there were deep, bloody scratch marks.

She looked at them for a long moment before speaking in a flat tone, “From now on, I’m a dead person who no longer exists in this world. I will no longer participate in any slum reconstruction efforts, nor will I see any outsiders. After Enrico finds a safe place for me, I will stay there until I die, never stepping outside again.”

No one would ever know that the death row inmate from the slum was still alive.

Upon hearing this, Rafael stared at her in shock.

He had once proposed this idea, but she had refused, choosing death over it. Yet now, she had brought it up herself.

Enrico sat in front of her, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly as he gazed deeply into her bloodshot eyes, his voice even huskier, “Do you know what you’re saying?”

“Are you sure you want to be a caged canary forever in my palm?”

Enrico stared at her, his scarred face showing no joy, his thin lips stained with blood once again.

It seemed impossible to wipe them clean.

“Isn’t it good?” Paige said with a smile, gently wiping the blood from his lips with her fingertip, “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?”

Now, she was willing.

Everyone would be happy. How wonderful.

“I don’t care about the conglomerate infighting.”