The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

After placing them, Enrico stood there, clearing his throat. “I picked some gifts for you. Do you like them?”

Paige looked at him calmly. “It’s not like you at all.”

She couldn’t help feeling speechless. Was this his way of apologizing to her? It was certainly unique. She set each jar aside and said lightly, “Thank you, Mr. Gustin. I really appreciate it.”

“Is that it?” Enrico pressed the jar filled with diamonds back onto her book. “These aren’t just glass beads. They’re over a dozen of the world’s most expensive colored diamonds, each one priceless.” He had brought out all the diamonds his mother had collected over the years.

Paige looked at the lines she was about to read, all covered by the jars. She couldn’t help but feel annoyed. She moved the jars aside. “Got it. I’ll have Olivia lock them up properly later so no one steals them.”

Paige’s mind was focused on her books. She picked up her pen and continued to read attentively. Just as she was about to underline something, his hand suddenly pressed down on her book, blocking her view. Her pen tip scratched his hand, leaving a black ink stain.

“Is this how you’re going to treat me now?” Enrico lowered his head, glaring coldly at her. He had personally gone out to buy her candy and watches, and brought diamonds and car keys home for her. Was this her reaction?

Paige looked up, meeting his displeased eyes.

She stood up expressionlessly. “You want to make love, right? Go ahead and have dinner first. I’ll go take a shower.”

With that, Paige turned and walked away. As soon as her foot touched the ground, her knee throbbed with pain. She gritted her teeth and walked towards the door when suddenly someone grabbed her wrist from behind.

She was forcefully pushed against the wall, Enrico holding both her hands against it, staring at her. “Paige!”

He leaned his head against her forehead, pressing close, his voice hoarse. “Why are you so difficult to please?”

He had never gone to such lengths to prepare so many gifts for a woman. Yet she still didn’t appreciate it.

Paige remained silent, leaning against the cold wall. She was too tired to respond, but he kept pushing her step by step.

“Mr. Gustin, how about I twist your kneecap and then try to please you again?” She thought Enrico’s face would darken at these words, but instead, he stared at her with a strange excitement in his eyes.

The next moment, he lifted her up and walked downstairs.

The living room was very quiet, illuminated by the light accompanied by the scent of roses.

The wheelchair downstairs had not been put away yet. After putting Paige down, Enrico sat on the wheelchair, casually stepping on the coffee table with one foot. He rolled up his trouser leg to the knee and picked up the silver bone crusher, then handed it to her. “Your turn.”

Paige, always unruffled, now looked a bit defeated. She glanced at Enrico’s serious expression, then at the bone crusher in his hand, feeling utterly speechless. Was he insane? What did he see her body as, and what did he see his own body as?

Ignoring her thoughts, Enrico continued to hand her the bone crusher. “Come on. Let’s see how you’ll please me.”

Olivia finished cooking dinner and came out to inform everyone, but as soon as she saw the scene, her legs went weak with fright. Jaden walked in with some files from outside and also witnessed the situation, breaking out into a cold sweat involuntarily.

“Mr. Gustin, are you joking with me?” Paige didn’t reach for the bone crusher. He was the president of The Gustin Group, and his bodyguards outside were armed.

Enrico sat arrogantly in the wheelchair, legs propped up on the coffee table. He held the bone crusher, scrutinizing her for a while before extending it towards her again. “Rest assured, when I set my eyes on you, I willingly place my life in your hands.” His tone was casual, yet each word sent shivers down the spines of the other three present.

Paige avoided his gaze. “Mr. Gustin, if you’re sincere, how about recalling the surveillance?”

At her words, Enrico raised an eyebrow maliciously, his voice low and seductive. “Just now, I wanted to please you genuinely. Now, I want you to please me.”

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“Hmm?” Enrico placed the bone crusher directly into her hands.

For a moment, Paige genuinely considered breaking his legs. However, reason told her she couldn’t do that. So she stood there, unmoving.

The atmosphere became tense.

Seeing this, Jaden nervously intervened. “Boss, there’s a call from home. The doctor for your regular check-up has arrived and wants to know when you’ll be returning.”

Enrico glanced coldly. “Can’t you see I’m busy? Tell them I’m not coming!”

“Mr. Gustin, Miss, dinner is ready. Please come and eat,” Olivia timely stepped forward.

“I’m hungry. Let’s eat.” With that, Paige walked towards Olivia, who promptly led her towards the kitchen.

She had been pushed hard today. Setting the bone crusher aside, she lowered her voice coldly. “He should consider seeing a psychiatrist.”

Olivia’s reaction was instant and instinctive. She dropped to her knees, trembling in fear.

Paige felt inexplicable.

Enrico, sitting in the wheelchair, glanced sideways. Given his distance, he couldn’t hear Paige’s words, but seeing Olivia suddenly trembling and kneeling down, he could guess what was said.

He looked at Paige’s fair face, his voice darkening. “What did you say?”

Paige immediately understood she couldn’t repeat her words.

“Bang!” Enrico kicked the coffee table in front of him, his expression extremely grim. “I think you’re trying to make me fed up with you!”

With that, Enrico stood up from the wheelchair without looking back and walked away.

Jaden hurriedly followed.

The entire living room fell into silence.

Olivia took a long time to tremble and cautiously stood up from the ground. Her legs were still shaking. Paige reached out to help her, puzzled. “He wouldn’t really…”

She remembered Kevin mentioning the hereditary family illness, and Enrico’s sister had a mental illness. It was because of his sister’s condition that he had taken her out of the slums as a substitute. Could it be…

“Miss, you mustn’t say it, absolutely not!” Olivia vigorously shook her head, afraid that Paige might utter those forbidden words. “The less you know, the better, so you can stay by Mr. Gustin’s side for a long time.”

…

Night fell, and the bedroom was pitch black. Paige was asleep when suddenly, something heavy settled beside her. She woke abruptly, ready to strike, but found herself enveloped in a searing embrace.

In the darkness, Paige couldn’t see anything but could feel his heavy breath lingering near her ear.

Suddenly, her earlobe was bitten.

“You bastard.” He slipped under the covers, holding her tightly from behind.

Paige was too disturbed to sleep now. She didn’t struggle, only whispered softly, “Didn’t you tire of me? You left so decisively, why come back?”