The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“No, Father, Joss and I are just friends…” Bryan began to explain, but his attempts only seemed to make matters worse. In Enrico’s world, Paige even wasn’t allowed to have male friends.

Paige smirked coldly. “Mr. Smith, I wouldn’t dare think of myself as a friend of yours. To avoid any misunderstanding, would you please take off your suit? I wouldn’t want to be the one undressed. I am wearing a dress, I can’t take it off.”

Bryan understood her concern for Enrico’s feelings and sadly removed his suit jacket, hanging it over the back of his chair.

“This outfit is just a coincidence, Nancy. Please don’t misunderstand,” he added.

“Oh, really?” Nancy smiled. “When you arrived together in the patrol car, heads so close you could almost kiss, I thought you were in love.”

“That’s pure nonsense.” Paige retorted with a cold glare.

“I’m just speaking the truth. What’s your hurry?” Nancy looked up at her, “Oh, I get it. Mr. Gustin just asked you for a dance. You felt the need to explain.”

Paige wasn’t in the mood to deal with Nancy right now; she felt like she could hear the sound of breaking bones. Last time at school, she and Bryan just say a few words, then Enrico drove his car into a window. This time, Nancy had painted a vivid picture in front of everyone. What would Enrico do?

“Why does she need to clear things up just because she danced with me?” Enrico suddenly asked, without a hint of jealousy or anger in his voice.

Nancy looked at her, realizing her words were stuttering, struggled to explain, “I-I thought… maybe… she wanted to gain your… your favor.”

Upon hearing this, Enrico laughed, a wild laugh. He looked at Paige. “You want to get my favor?”

“I…”

“Why are women so delusional?” Enrico interrupted Paige mockingly, staring at her. “Did you really think a dance would get you into my bed?”

Paige looked at him in shock. She didn’t expect this reaction from him.

For a moment, she didn’t feel humiliated but was surprised he hadn’t broken her legs right now.

In front of everyone, Enrico looked her up and down, then smirked sarcastically, saying each word slowly, “Sorry, but you’re not my type.”

Paige remained silent, staring at him.

Nancy was relieved to hear that Mr. Gustin hadn’t taken an interest in Paige. The Elite Club members were also reassured that Enrico hadn’t favored Joss. Rachel sat quietly, observing Enrico. She could tell he had been furious just a moment ago, but now he seemed to have cooled down completely.

“Enough of this. I’m leaving,” Enrico said, standing up with his glass, ignoring everyone at the table.

Jaden hurriedly followed him.

…

Not far from the side hall.

Enrico’s smile faded, replaced by a brooding expression. Suddenly, he stopped and extended the glass in his hand towards Jaden.

Jaden reached out to take it.

Enrico’s fingers loosened, and the glass suddenly slipped from his hand.

Jaden caught the falling glass, the wine spilling out. He stared at the broken stem, stained with fresh red blood.

“Boss…” Jaden looked at Enrico in bewilderment. Had he been holding onto the broken glass the whole time?

Enrico looked down at his palm, he had restrained himself from beating that man. He said self-mockingly, “Jaden, how come I feel like I’ve become timid?”

Jaden dared not respond, carefully cradling the broken glass.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“The woman is making me cautious and hesitant. It’s ridiculous,” Enrico said with a cold laugh. He tolerated her wearing matching outfits with other men… If he made their relationship public, would his bodyguards really be unable to protect her? But what if, just this once, he couldn’t protect her? What if something happened to her? Had he truly become cowardly?

“Boss, let’s bandage your wound first,” Jaden suggested cautiously, looking at Enrico’s injured palm.

Enrico looked at his palm, not feeling any pain, and clenched his fist. His expression turned cold as he said, “Deal with the Smiths. I dislike them.”

“Got it,” Jaden immediately responded.

…

Paige emerged from Rachel’s banquet.

Fireworks lit up the night sky in dazzling displays. She walked alone through the corridors, holding her phone in her hand. She felt like something was wrong with herself. Enrico had thrown insult at her just now, yet she not only wasn’t angry but even felt like he was helping her. She didn’t want it to be public, so he held his temper. Even when he suspected something between her and Bryan, he didn’t explode on the spot; he chose to leave, sparing her from becoming the center of attention. Thinking this, Paige felt it would be unfair to just leave like this without notifying Enrico. But… he had just publicly humiliated her, why should she notify him? In all these years, Paige had never hesitated and struggled like she did now. This feeling was too strange.

She walked along the corridor, took a deep breath, thinking she should send Enrico a message.

[Paige: I’m heading back to Rose Estate.]

Sent.

Successful.

Paige decided to wait 5 minutes. If he doesn’t respond to her, she’ll go back to Rose Estate first.

She walked forward and met Rachel coming from the opposite direction. “Joss, why are you here?”

“I’m leaving,” Paige replied.

“It’s late. Aren’t you and my brother staying?” Rachel asked, then quickly apologized, “Sorry, tonight seems to have been unpleasant for all of you.”

“Yeah, so don’t invite me again in the future,” Paige said calmly.

Rachel was taken aback but continued to smile. “Do you and my brother have some conflict? I thought he rushed over for you, but then why did he act like that? Anyway, I’m his sister. If you need anything, I’ll help you.”

“He’s always temperamental. I’m used to it. Since he doesn’t like me being here, I’ll leave first so as not to bother him,” Paige said, looking at her.

Rachel nodded. “Okay then, I’ll have the driver take you. I made some orange juice for him to sober up.”

“You’re really good to your brother,” Paige said, glancing at the orange juice in Rachel’s hand, smiling meaningfully.

“He’s my brother. I want to be good to him,” Rachel smiled.

“Okay, you go ahead. I’m leaving,” Paige said nonchalantly, brushing past her and continuing forward.

Rachel also smiled and walked away in the opposite direction.

Paige hadn’t gone far when a hand suddenly reached out from behind a pillar in the corridor, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into a nearby room.

Inside was an enormous indoor swimming pool, dimly lit, its water shimmering against the walls like being submerged in the depths of the night sea.

Her view was filled with the man’s heaving chest, his heavy breaths echoing in her ear.

The next moment, Enrico pushed Paige away forcefully. Paige looked up to find Enrico standing before her, his eyes glaring at her fiercely.

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” he demanded.

Paige met his gaze. “Actually, I wanted to thank you. Thank you for not causing a scene in front of everyone, and for helping me. But you did humiliate me… ”

Suddenly, Enrico reached out his hand. His palm was a blur of flesh and blood, slowly oozing blood.

“Humiliating? This is humiliating,” he muttered.

“Why are you injured?” Paige asked, puzzled, seeing the wound in his palm.

“I’m feeling very agitated right now,” Enrico said, grabbing her arm. His fingers slowly traced up to her delicate neck, as he said, word by word, “Do you know, when I heard you were sitting in a car with that bastard and whispering to him, all I could think of was choking you to death.”

With that, his injured hand suddenly gripped her neck tightly.

“Paige,” Enrico squeezed her neck harshly, “if you were dead, wouldn’t I feel much relieved, hmm?”

Paige felt her breath becoming difficult as he tightened his grip. Was he really going to kill her? She raised her hand to strike, but Enrico sidestepped, and they both tumbled into the swimming pool together.

With a loud bang, a huge splash of water.

The cold water instantly submerged Paige’s head. She opened her eyes, feeling like she was seeing the despairing sea of the slums.