The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Shameless,” Paige muttered, her breath exhausted, as she turned towards the bath area. She opened the nearby cupboard, taking out a thick pile of towels and hung them all over the glass walls of the bathroom, creating a closed-off space.

She waited inside for a while, but Enrico didn’t come in, so she started rinsing. She showered as quickly as possible, grabbed a bathrobe, wrapped herself up leaving only her feet exposed, and then walked out.

As soon as she stepped out, Paige realized Enrico wasn’t there.

The entire spa was deserted.

Paige found it odd when suddenly a woman’s voice came from outside, probing, “Enrico, I heard you’re at the spa. Is there anything you need help with? Have you eaten? I’ve arranged some food in the kitchen. Would you like to come out and have some? Or should I have it brought in?”

“Oh, by the way, I heard you brought a girl home. Is she your girlfriend? Your father and I have prepared some gifts for her. Is today a good day for us to see them?” the woman outside continued.

Upon hearing this, Paige could guess that the woman outside must be Enrico’s stepmother. The Gustins were indeed under Enrico’s leadership, as his stepmother spoke so cautiously.

Paige remained silent, sitting down on a nearby lounge chair, rolling up her sleeves and covering her wounds with a thin towel.

Outside, there was another cough, this time from a younger girl.

“Bro, it’s Rachel. I made some macarons. Um, would you like to have some?” the girl spoke cautiously as well.

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Macarons?

Paige hadn’t had many sweets during her three years in the slums and had developed a particular fondness for them since coming out. At the mention of macarons, she walked over, opened a door, and hid behind it, only showing her hand to beckon outside.

“Huh?” The girl looked clearly bewildered, taking a moment to react before handing out the box of sweets. “You…”

“Bang.” Paige took the macarons and closed the door, cutting off the girl’s voice.

Leah and Rachel exchanged confused looks outside. What was going on? They just wanted to see what Enrico’s woman looked like, but now they couldn’t see anything?

“Why are you standing here?” a cold, stern voice cut in.

Leah and Rachel jumped in surprise, quickly turning around to see Enrico standing there, holding a medical kit, his gaze icy as he looked at them.

“Bro, I brought you some…” Rachel began.

“Get lost,” Enrico cut her off mercilessly, throwing down two words before pushing open the spa’s door and walking in.

“Bang.” The door closed again in front of the mother and daughter.

Rachel and Leah stood there, looking awkward.

Enrico walked in and saw Paige lounging on a chair, leisurely eating macarons. He asked in a low voice, “Did they see you?”

“No, I was just hungry. I grabbed something to eat without letting them see what I look like,” Paige replied, stuffing another macaron into her mouth.

Enrico pulled up a chair in front of her and stared at her. “Why?”

“Why didn’t I let them see? That must have been your stepmother, right? Judging by how cautiously they spoke to you, I can tell they’re not having an easy time under your thumb. Now they think I’m your woman. If they hate you, they might come after me like they did to Molly. If they don’t hate you, they might try to use me as a mediator to improve relations between you,” Paige explained after swallowing her food. “I don’t like either scenario. I’m too lazy to deal with it. It’s easier if they don’t see what I look like now.”

Enrico placed the medical kit he was carrying on the floor and opened it. “You’re quite good at avoiding trouble,” Enrico remarked, taking the box of sweets from her hand and placing it aside. He then grabbed her injured hand, pulling away the towel she had covered it with.

Her hand looked incredibly small in his palm.

Realizing what he intended to do, Paige quickly withdrew her hand. “I can handle it myself.”

She swiftly bent down to grab a bottle of medicine from inside, checking the instructions before sprinkling it on the deep wound. The liquid stung to the bone, causing excruciating pain. Paige furrowed her brow slightly but gritted her teeth and quickly wrapped the wound with gauze and secured it with medical tape.

Her movements were swift and fluid, requiring no assistance from others.

“Too sloppy,” Enrico criticized her method.

“When I was in the slums, I could do even sloppier,” Paige shrugged off the comment, finishing up. “Thank you for the hospitality, but I think it’s time for me to leave.”

“Leave?” Enrico raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want your wooden box?”

‘He even knew about the wooden box she buried…’ Paige nodded. “Yes, I’ll go get it at Rose Estate.”

“I have some free time. I’ll accompany you back,” Enrico said, getting up.

“No need, I can go by myself,” Paige insisted.

“You have no money, and you’re going to take a taxi or walk to Rose Estate in that bathrobe?” Enrico eyed her.

‘What’s wrong with the bathrobe? It covers quite well.’ Paige thought for a moment before saying, “Could you please ask your stepmother or sister to lend me some clothes to wear, even the maid’s would do.”

“Wearing theirs? It’s dirty,” Enrico scoffed coldly, striding forward without another glance at her. “Let’s go, I’ll take you back.”

Paige followed him out.

As they left the spa, numerous people were hiding around, curious to see what kind of woman Mr. Enrico was bringing back. However, they only saw the woman beside him putting on a bathrobe and hat, covering her face tightly with one hand. From the moment they emerged until they got into the car and left, nobody caught a glimpse of her true appearance.

Upon hearing the servant’s report, Leah was astonished. “Couldn’t see her face? You all don’t even know which family’s daughter she might be?”

The servant shook her head vigorously.

“Could it be that the woman Enrico brought back was ugly?”

Rachel interjected, “Mother, how could he be interested in someone unattractive?”

“Then why cover her face?” Leah sighed. “Oh well, I was hoping to ask her to help smooth things over between us and Enrico, but if we can’t even see her, I’ll have to find out more.”

Rachel coughed again, choked by water, and turned her head to look out the window where the sunlight was bright.

Meanwhile, Paige sat in Enrico’s Pagani, the wind rushing in through the windows, creating a comfortable feeling. Enrico and Paige were not talkative people, so they traveled in silence, both seemingly at ease.

They arrived back at Rose Estate, its courtyard adorned with blooming roses. Olivia and Susan were already waiting on the steps, and even Jaden, who usually handled matters concerning the abandoned building, was present in the yard.

Upon seeing Paige, Olivia and Susan rushed up to her excitedly. “Miss, you’re back! Have you taken care of your injuries? Does it hurt?”

Jaden opened the car door for Enrico.

Enrico stepped out, his eyes coldly glancing over at them. “It seems like I’m the one paying your salaries.”

The two maids stood awkwardly to the side.

Paige looked at Enrico and said, “Mr. Gustin, thank you for the ride. I’ll just get my wooden box and leave. I won’t take anything from Rose Estate.”

“Leave?” The maids were astonished.

After Paige finished speaking, she started to head towards the backyard. Just as she took a few steps, Enrico’s indifferent voice rang out in the wind, “Jaden, lock down Rose Estate. Don’t let even anyone out.”