The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Hearing this name, Rachel’s steps faltered.

Though she often spoke of Joss, in reality, she knew very well that Joss was originally named Paige and had intricate connections with Malik and the Clarkes.

She had kept this to herself, fearing discovery, knowing full well that Kathy’s accident was orchestrated by her.

Hearing the name now, Rachel became alert, standing quietly to listen.

Nancy, observing Rachel’s unusual silence, felt puzzled and stood still.

In the restroom, two wealthy women stood together washing their hands. One of them, after a moment of thought, finally remembered, saying disdainfully, “You mean Paige? I know her. She was an abandoned child, taken in by the Clarkes. She has some mental issues, and looks so shabby. How could she have any charm?”

“Shabby? That can’t be. She was dressed quite well. The bag on the table was limited edition, and she’s here buying property.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. An abandoned child buying property? She’s probably here looking for a job, or maybe not.” The wealthy woman suddenly furrowed her brow.

“What’s wrong?”

The woman glanced around and whispered, “I suddenly remember, I had heard that the Clarkes took in this adopted daughter to ward off disaster. Kathy once asked me how long a person could survive in the slums. At the time, I thought the Clarkes might be sending her to the slums to fend off disaster. If so, how could she still be alive? You must have mistaken her.”

The slums?

Rachel was stunned, a hint of shock crossing her eyes.

“Is that so?” the other wealthy lady said, “We haven’t been in the country for so long and don’t know the news. Let’s go to the Clarkes and check it out in the next few days.”

The two women clearly didn’t know that the Clarkes’ family had been ruined.

Rachel stood there, listening. The two middle-aged women left the restroom, talking as they walked, “You must have mistaken her. How could that person afford to buy a house?”

“Probably. Actually, thinking about it, it doesn’t look like her. The child used to be so weak, she wouldn’t even dare to make eye contact.”

“Of course, given her condition, it was a miracle she survived.”

After the two women left, Nancy looked at Rachel, who seemed lost in thought, and asked curiously, “Rachel, what are you thinking about?”

Rachel, lost in her thoughts, was jolted back to reality by Nancy’s question. Turning to face Nancy, she asked with a smile, “By the way, Nancy, you were close with Molly. Do you know why Joss hates the Clarkes so much?”

Nancy, not connecting the recent conversation with the two wealthy women, shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Do you know how much you know about the relationship between Joss and Molly?” Rachel asked again.

Nancy, eager to please Rachel, tried hard to recall. “Not much. It seems that after Bryan brought Joss to Molly’s birthday party, they became enemies. Joss even ruined Molly’s birthday party.”

This was the initial conflict she knew of.

“That’s all?” Rachel asked, somewhat disappointed.

Seeing Rachel’s reaction, Nancy grew anxious and thought hard. Suddenly, she recalled the conversation with the two middle-aged women and said, “Oh, right. At the birthday party, they had a big argument. Molly even said Joss came from the slums and wanted to check her electronic bracelet. But Joss was wearing a jade bracelet, and Molly’s face turned very ugly.”

The slums again.

Rachel’s gaze shifted, and she covered her mouth with her hand.

She had a vague guess, and if it were true…

Just thinking about it made Rachel’s heart race uncontrollably, causing her to cough repeatedly.

Nancy hurriedly patted her back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” A hint of excitement flickered in Rachel’s eyes.

Not only was she fine, but she was also very well.

She had been foolish, only using Paige’s conflict with the Clarkes to get rid of Paige without considering the deeper issues between them.

If Paige had really been sent to the slums…

Rachel’s breathing became much faster.

Nancy looked at her, somewhat puzzled.

Rachel didn’t take the elevator but walked down the stairs. From a distance, she saw the two middle-aged women who had been chatting in the restroom now sitting there, stunned, staring in a certain direction.

Following their gaze, Rachel saw the general manager surrounded by a group of sales representatives, all gathered around a table with various snacks and tea.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

At the table sat Paige, surrounded by a stack of thick documents, presumably purchase agreements. She was signing one document after another.

After finishing one, the general manager opened a new one and handed it to Paige. Looking tired from all the signing, Paige yawned occasionally.

Seeing this, the general manager immediately suggested, “Miss Lautner, why don’t you go to our VIP room upstairs? There’s a lounge where you can rest for a while before continuing.”

“No need. I’ll finish signing and leave,” Paige replied calmly, continuing to sign, her hand growing a bit sore.

Signing a lot makes your hand tired.

“Joss.”

Seeing Paige, Nancy felt a surge of anger and jealousy. “Is she buying property? After founding Peak Club, she’s so wealthy?”

Here she was, struggling.

And Paige, so rich, buying so many properties!

“……”

Rachel stood there, quietly watching Paige’s direction, thinking how remarkable she was. It was still her brother who bought the properties for her.

While she was here selling properties, Paige could freely spend her brother’s money.

Shameless, that’s probably what they meant.

No need to rush. They’ll take their time.

Rachel swallowed her frustration, forced a smile, and turned to leave.

Paige, exhausted from signing and yawning frequently, didn’t notice Rachel’s arrival or departure.

……

After leaving the sales office, Paige was utterly exhausted. As soon as she got into the car, Enrico’s call came through.

“So much money?”

Enrico’s teasing voice came through, neither good nor bad.

“I used the money you gave me for paintings to invest. After investing, I’m buying your properties. I suppose I’ve repaid you.”

Paige leaned back in the comfortable leather seat, smiling faintly.

“Do I care about your money?”

Who would Enrico care about in terms of money?

“Indeed, you, the grand president, don’t care.” Paige laughed. “How did you find out?”

Her property purchase had even caught his attention?

“The salespeople were worried about malicious property hoarders and didn’t want to miss out on you, their big client. They checked the information and asked layer by layer. Jaden happened to overhear, so I naturally knew.” Enrico explained.

“I wondered why they responded so quickly. Turns out it was you, the president, who gave the nod.”