The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Carl was seated in the audience, when he suddenly received a message.

[Have locked them in the lounge.]

Seeing this, Carl smirked with satisfaction.

[Carl: Have the others pull back to avoid unnecessary trouble.]

Rachel looked at him, and Carl showed her the message on his phone. “The transfer student thought just avoiding the player lounge would be enough. I deliberately made the women’s restroom have a long line, forcing them to use the lounge’s restroom. Now they can’t get out.”

Rachel wasn’t as pleased. She frowned and asked, “Are you sure both of them went in? Joss doesn’t seem like someone who would make such a mistake.”

“Of course” Carl replied.

Rachel sighed again. “But just locking the door won’t work; the staff will definitely look for them.”

Carl stayed silent.

“Well, if we lose, it can’t be helped. Someone like me, probably shouldn’t be in the president’s position anyway,” Rachel said bitterly.

“I won’t let you lose that title, Rachel. I’m doing more than just locking doors,” Carl said as he leaned in and whispered his plan into her ear.

Rachel listened, a brief flicker of satisfaction in her eyes, but then she pretended to look at Carl with some alarm. “How could you… this…”

“I know you’re kind-hearted. I’ll take full responsibility for my actions. Just pretend you didn’t hear any of this,” Carl said, patting her on the shoulder. As the venue staff urged, everyone competitor to prepare, Carl stood up, stepped away from the audience seats, and moved toward the central area for the competition.

On the field, ten space capsule seats were set up. All the competitors were in place except for Carrie, whose seat was still empty.

“Competitor number 9, Carrie from Capital University, has not yet taken her place. Please be seated promptly. The competition will start in 3 minutes.”

Carl sat back in his seat, fingers interlocked, feeling very pleased. Carrie wouldn’t show up. Paige wouldn’t show up. Both of them, along with Peak Club, would disappear, leaving Elite Club in peace.

Suddenly, a cold female voice cut through his thoughts-“Sorry, I’m here.”

Carl stared in disbelief as he saw Carrie, wearing a white T-shirt, walking toward her seat.

Impossible! How could she be here?

In the audience, Rachel saw Carrie suddenly appear and realized Carl’s plan had failed. She suddenly thought of something and turned around to see that Enrico was no longer in his seat.

Realizing what was happening, she stood up and headed out.

…

In the players’ lounge, Paige stood alone against the wall.

When she entered the lounge, she had sent Carrie out another way, deliberately letting the Elite Club members see her, making them think that both she and Carrie were trapped here. This way, they would be less likely to use other dirty tricks.

Paige pulled out her phone; the match had already started.

With no signal on her phone, she couldn’t call for help.

Paige put her phone away and began to search the room methodically, checking every corner.

The lights above flickered intermittently.

The television was on, and the air conditioning was set to a painfully low temperature. Even the bathroom wasn’t spared; the faucet was running continuously, no matter how much she tried to turn it off.

The sink was sealed shut, so she couldn’t open it.

Water quickly filled the sink and started to leak everywhere.

Paige crouched down and opened the cover under the sink. Inside were tangled wires, occasionally sparking.

It was clear that the wiring had been deliberately tampered with. Even though it was overloaded, it wouldn’t trip the circuit breaker-it would just catch fire.

Electricity, fire, and water… a deadly combination designed to look like an accident. This clever plan was likely the work of Carl, who was knowledgeable in electrical systems.

Paige glanced around and finally retrieved a basic tool kit from a cabinet. She stepped into the cold water accumulating in the bathroom and crouched down to start working on the tangled wires.

This was something she had learned in the slums. An elderly electrician, who had lost most of his memory but remembered his trade, had taught her every day. She had only learned the theory, as there weren’t many opportunities to practice in the slums, so this was her first time putting it into action.

The water on the floor rose to her ankles, soaking her shoes.

She carefully worked on the wires, trying to fix the mess.

Her long hair, which had fallen over her eyes, was bothering her. Paige bit the electrician’s knife between her teeth and brushed her hair back, wanting to tie it up.

Just as she was securing her hair with a band, the door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.

Paige looked up in surprise and met Enrico’s gaze.

The tension in Enrico’s eyes was evident…

Jaden, who had followed behind with concern, asked, “Miss, are you okay?” He quickly took in the sight of Paige crouching at the bathroom door, fixing her hair. Her face remained calm.

Enrico stood there, locking eyes with Paige.

Jaden silently took a step back.

Paige quickly tied her hair back and, with a hint of surprise, looked at Enrico. “You came to rescue me?”

Her tone was mixed with emotions. She hadn’t expected him to come in for any other reason. His presence explained why he had skipped the finance summit to come to the competition, and his odd mood from the previous night…Everything pointed to Enrico being worried about her.

Enrico glared at her but didn’t move.

Sparks continued to fly from the wall, and the water on the floor kept rising.

“Just wait a minute,” Paige said, turning back to her work with the wire strippers, not giving him much attention.

Enrico, increasingly frustrated by her focus on the task, gritted his teeth and snapped, “Jaden, I told you this woman is quite capable.”

Without giving Paige another glance, Enrico turned and stormed out.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Jaden sighed, “Miss, why didn’t you just kick the door open? That would have been faster, wouldn’t it? Actually, since we entered the museum, boss has had me keep an eye on you. When you went into the player’s lounge alone, he thought you were setting a trap and didn’t take it seriously. But when you didn’t come out, he panicked and kicked the door in.”

Paige continued working on the wires as she replied, “It’s easy for me to leave, but if this room catches fire, it’ll affect the entire museum. I want tomorrow’s headlines to be about Peak Club’s victory over Elite Club, not about a fire caused by faulty wiring.”

Jaden walked over and watched her work for a moment, then said, “You know how to fix circuits?”

“A bit,” Paige responded.

“I’ll get someone to handle this. The boss is in a bad mood…”

Before Jaden could finish his sentence, the sparks on the wall stopped. Paige finished her work on the wiring and made a quick repair to the faucet in under a minute.

Jaden was amazed.

Paige shook the water off her hands, grabbed a tissue to dry them, and turned to him. “What did you just say?”

Jaden, still in shock from Paige’s skill, blurted out, “I said, you should go calm down the boss.”

Paige thought about the anxiety she saw in Enrico’s eyes when he barged in, nodded and said, “I’ll go talk to him.”

After making repairs, Paige stepped out of the lounge, her shoes wet and her neck and arms a bit sore. She realized that after living so comfortably for a while, even a bit of physical effort made her feel exhausted. If this continued, she might lose all the skills she learned in the slums.

When Paige reached the elevator, she found it was out of service due to the ongoing match. She tried calling Enrico, but there was no answer.

As she was about to make a second call, she sensed someone watching her. She quickly turned around and saw someone breaking a window from the outside, then using a rope to climb in, aiming a crossbow at her.

A black bolt whizzed toward her, and Paige dodged it with a quick move. The attacker seemed momentarily stunned but soon adjusted and continued shooting as he advanced.