The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“It’s an unspoken rule of our Elite Club, not disclosed to the public,” Rachel explained awkwardly. “But all our members comply with it.”

Facing the mocking eyes before her, Paige’s expression hardened. “I see. All this talk about fair exams and meritocracy is just a facade, deceiving the general public. The real purpose of the Elite Club is to pave the way for the elite families at the top of The Pyramid in this country-whether they’re second, third, fourth, or fifth generation.”

Upon hearing this, all their faces turned cold.

“Elite Club, the Intelligence Club, sounds so prestigious when publicized, as if everyone gets in based on merit alone. In reality, you’re all descendants of financial magnates and politicians. This place exists solely to secure your future control over Country A more effectively.”

Paige stood up from her chair, glaring coldly at the faces before her.

“Don’t talk nonsense! We all got S+ based on our abilities!” one of the men exclaimed passionately.

“If that’s true, there wouldn’t be such an unspoken rule,” Paige retorted sarcastically. “Three generations of family history? Bank statements? A million-dollar membership fee? Isn’t that just to suppress commoners like me who unexpectedly achieve based on ability?”

“Nonsense!” Carl slammed his hand on the table in anger.

“Joss, it’s not like that…” Rachel looked at her, attempting to explain.

“This kind of Elite Club is truly filthy,” Paige said coldly, grabbing the application form she had filled out and tearing it into pieces.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

The shredded pieces of paper fell like snowflakes.

The onlookers stared at her in disbelief. While commoners had entered before, upon hearing about this unspoken rule, they had begged desperately to join, some even kneeling. After all, the resources of the Elite Club were beyond imagination. But this transfer student, after finally achieving an S+, tore up her filled-out application form. It was clear she didn’t value the Elite Club at all.

After scattering the shredded paper, Paige looked indifferently at the faces before her, memorizing them, then turned and walked away.

…

The twilight light spilled over the courtyard of Rose Estate, casting a different hue on the roses climbing the walls. Olivia stood there, watching as Paige watered the flowers with a watering can.

“Miss, why aren’t you studying today?” Olivia asked curiously.

“I’m thinking. Can’t concentrate on studying,” Paige murmured, staring blankly at the roses covering the wall, speaking to herself. “I thought the slum wes the epitome of unfairness, but even schools can’t escape class distinctions. It disgusts me.”

“Isn’t that normal? Everywhere you go, people are divided into different classes. Like me, destined to be a servant all my life,” Olivia remarked.

“But I refuse to accept it,” Paige said firmly, pressing down on the watering can nozzle, showering a rose with water.

“Why suddenly feel dissatisfied?” Enrico’s deep voice suddenly cut in.

Paige was about to turn around when he encircled her from behind, lowering his head to nuzzle her neck. “Who upset my little darling? I’ll take care of them for you.”

Seeing this, Olivia discreetly took the watering can from Paige’s hand and walked away.

“It’s nothing. I just got a little emotional all of a sudden.” Paige said, looking down at the hand around her waist. She tried to pull away, but he held her tighter. He asked, “Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” she replied. Her issues, she wanted to handle them herself.

Enrico glanced at her and suddenly pulled her hand, leading her inside. They sat down on the sofa in the living room.

He loosened his tie and looked at a magazine on the coffee table. He glanced at her and asked, “Have you read this magazine?”

“No,” she replied. Recently, all her time had been spent on studying; this was likely Olivia’s.

“Read it now,” Enrico handed her the magazine.

“What?” Paige didn’t understand his intention.

“Lie down on my legs and start reading from the first page. Let me know when you finish,” Enrico patted his thigh.

Perplexed, Paige looked at him.

Before she could object, Enrico had already grabbed her and pressed her onto his lap, his slender fingers tousling her hair. “Alright, start reading.”

Paige reluctantly started flipping through the magazine, one page at a time. Enrico’s gaze lingered on her face, occasionally brushing his fingertips against her lips, patiently watching her read.

Olivia came out with a freshly brewed cup of coffee. “Mr. Gustin, your coffee.”

Enrico glanced at it and took a sip.

After just a few sips, Paige closed the magazine in her hand and calmly stated, “I’m done reading.”

“Already?” Enrico looked at her in surprise, then reached out to take the magazine from her hand.

Paige sat up from his lap, running her hand through her long hair to tidy it.

Enrico held the coffee in one hand and spread the magazine out on his lap with the other, his voice low and probing. “On page five, where did the top-tier TP group in the entertainment circle once live?”

At his words, Paige instantly understood the true purpose behind he making her read the magazine.

“At the poorest times, they lived in the cheapest shared rental in the South District of the Capital, squeezed into a 10-square-meter room.” Paige replied.

Enrico turned another page. “On page six, in the picture, there are two pairs of shoes, one with star patterns. How many stars in total?”

His questions were becoming more intricate.

Paige thought for a moment before answering, “Five stars, three big ones and two small ones.”

Correct.

“On the second-to-last page, ‘Anna went home alone like this’ What punctuation mark follows this sentence?” Enrico raised the difficulty level again.

Paige sat on the sofa, closing her eyes to recall. The magazine flipped through her mind, page by page, stopping at the second-to-last page.

A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and looked at him. “There should be a period followed by a semicolon. It seems like a typesetting error.”

Completely correct. She remembered everything, down to the punctuation marks.

“You have an exceptional memory,” he said, not as a question but a statement of fact.

Today, Jaden reported to him that she scored an S+. He knew Capital University’s S+ exam wasn’t something she could achieve just by studying for a couple of days-unless… she had a photographic memory, forcefully memorizing all the dense and lengthy texts.

“Yeah,” Paige didn’t deny it.

After a moment, he pulled her closer. “You, little thing, have quite the talent. With all your skills and photographic memory, sending you to the art academy is quite a waste.”

“My skills were honed in the struggles of the slums, and the memory is a natural ability. It’s nothing.”