The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Remember my words.”

She said calmly, looking at them, before following the security guards away.

What words?

Everyone was stunned, suddenly recalling Paige’s earlier remark-

“If I ever pose a threat to you, you may protect yourselves.”

It had truly become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

The square was in chaos, the once orderly speech turned into a mess just like Malik’s speech before, its original purpose completely derailed.

Soon, police officers rushed in and forcibly took the Peak Club’s nine members away. “Come on, you need to answer questions about Paige!”

Before today, the Peak Club’s nine members, who had been so prominent, were now embarrassingly removed from the scene.

Everything was captured on live broadcast.

…

The car sped down the road.

Jaden drove himself, flooring the accelerator, taking the most difficult-to-follow route.

Paige sat in the backseat, one hand supporting her head, her black-and-white eyes quietly watching the fleeting scenery outside, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Miss, don’t be afraid, Mr. Gustin is here.”

Jaden glanced at her through the rearview mirror. Seeing her face without any expression, he thought she was very scared. “And as for the Peak Club people, I’ll get you to a safe place first, and then try to get them out.”

Paige looked outside, reflecting on the series of events over the past period.

The breaking of the bracelet, Molly’s appearance, Arjun’s death, Mr. Mohan and Isabella’s sudden throat slashing… everything seemed like a tightly woven net closing in on her.

Every place felt so small, making escape impossible.

She didn’t even have time to expose all the secrets of the slums.

Everything was calculated so precisely, as if this net was custom-made for her.

She parted her dry lips and said calmly, “Assistant Jaden, I might be finished.”

The meticulous planning she had relied on had now turned into a huge joke.

She had clawed her way up a thorny ladder, indifferent to the blood shed along the way.

But this time, it was cut short.

The ladder was abruptly severed, and Paige felt as if her body was falling into a bottomless abyss.

“It won’t happen, Miss. With Mr. Gustin here, you’ll be fine.”

Jaden frowned and said, wanting to persuade her further, but his gaze was fixed on the scene before him.

He slammed the brakes.

The car stopped in the middle of the road.

Ahead, the road was filled with vehicles, with numerous police officers standing by their cars, pointing their guns at them.

Jaden looked back; aside from a few of his own cars, the rest were all police vehicles blocking their way.

Someone had anticipated his escape route and set up an interception.

This situation was completely unexpected.

A sweat trickled down Jaden’s forehead, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he pressed the call button. “You guys, intercept their cars. I’ll try to break through the chaos. If Miss gets taken today, none of us will survive!”

Paige sat in the car, listening quietly, her fingers tapping lightly on her leg.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

As the countdown ended, Jaden’s phone rang through the car’s speakers, and Paige heard a familiar voice-

“Jaden, stop hiding. I know it’s you bringing Miss Lautner to escape.”

It was President Rafael.

Paige wasn’t surprised by his appearance. After all, a big net would never be complete without someone holding absolute power.

Jaden clearly hadn’t expected Rafael to guess his location so quickly. He was momentarily stunned in the car, and Rafael continued, “I received an anonymous tip, which revealed that Miss Lautner has been under Enrico’s care all along.”

“……”

“Jaden, let’s talk.”

“……”

“Bring her over. I won’t harm her for now.”

“……”

Jaden sat stiffly in his seat, sweat on his forehead becoming more profuse.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Assistant Jaden.” Paige looked at the back of the car seat and said calmly, “You’ve done enough.”

No amount of perfect protection could withstand deliberate arrangements.

Since someone wanted to eliminate her all at once, why would they let her escape easily?

“Miss, Mr. Gustin…” Jaden panicked.

He wanted to protect her, but with so many guns pointed at them, trying to escape was like a dream. Forcefully attempting it would only cause irreparable harm.

“Remember, from today on, I have no further dealings with Enrico.”

Paige sat there calmly, finishing her words before reaching out to push open the car door and walking out.

As the police saw her step out, they immediately surrounded her with guns.

“……”

Paige looked quietly at their uniforms, glanced at the clouds in the sky, and suddenly understood Arjun’s despair.

It wasn’t all due to Isabella; it was because they were unjustly positioned against so-called justice.

…

Paige’s situation was too special. Instead of being sent to the police, she was immediately taken to a place called Gangnam Hall.

Gangnam Hall, a poetic name.

But when Paige arrived, she realized it was a special facility in A Country designed for interrogating high-profile figures.

There were no windows, and the internal pathways were like a maze, with walls so solid that even shells couldn’t easily penetrate. It was an ideal place for holding dangerous individuals.

The pure white walls faintly glowed, with the surroundings all white. Staring at it for a while made her eyes dizzy, even more oppressive than black.

Paige sat in the central chair, looking at the handcuffs and shackles on her, her lips curling into a self-deprecating smile.

No matter what ability she had, she had ended up in Gangnam Hall.

“Tell me, what is your motive for founding Peak Club and joining The Public Law Council? Besides the Peak Club members, how many accomplices do you have?”

Three men in black uniforms stood in front of her, interrogating her coldly.

Paige sat there, tracing the handcuffs with her fingertips, slowly lifting her white and calm face. “Why don’t you directly ask Rafael? He decides how to deal with me.”

Hearing this, one of the men in the middle sneered, “Young and so arrogant, but sorry, Gangnam Hall is not your university’s cozy environment. No one here will listen to you.”

Saying this, the man drew a gun from his waist and pointed it directly at her heart. “Confess your motives, what have you done, and how many people have escaped from the slums?”

At these words, Paige smiled faintly, meeting the man’s eyes. “Does my motive still matter? From the moment my identity was exposed, I’m considered dead in the eyes of the president and all the tycoons.”

“……” The man fell silent.

This girl was indeed not someone to be trifled with, too perceptive.

“The reason they’re keeping me alive is to see if I hold specific evidence about the slums’ secrets, afraid that even here I might find a way to expose them.”

Paige said as she sat there.