The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Jaden, snapping back to reality, suddenly broke into a cold sweat. “I’ll head back immediately,” he said hurriedly, turning to leave and leaving some of his men behind to protect them.

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The group entered Gangnam Hall, and the doors were promptly shut behind them.

*”Cough-“*

Enrico reached out to steady himself against a nearby wall, coughing up blood that dripped from the corner of his mouth. He was clearly on the verge of collapse.

“Enrico?” Paige looked at him with concern. She had never seen him like this and had no idea how severe his injuries were.

Enrico grabbed her hand, then coldly looked at Rafael. “Unlock the cuffs.”

“She’s still a death row prisoner,” Rafael frowned.

“Did I sound like I was asking?” Enrico’s eyes flashed with a murderous intent.

Rafael knew all too well that Enrico was the kind of man who would point a gun at his own father. Even in his current state, Rafael didn’t dare provoke him. He gestured, and someone immediately stepped forward to remove Paige’s handcuffs and ankle shackles.

Her wrists and ankles bore red marks where the skin had been rubbed raw. As soon as she was freed, Paige quickly reached out to support Enrico, who placed his arm around her shoulders.

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The pain caused Paige to stiffen momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure. Still, Enrico noticed and looked down at her pale face, “What’s wrong?”

“Gangnam Hall is damp; my joints ache,” Paige replied.

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Enrico continued to stare at her, clearly not convinced. Paige pressed her shoulder with her hand and, realizing she couldn’t deceive him, admitted, “Gunshot wound.”

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Enrico’s breath caught for a second as he heard this. His bloodstained hand slid from her shoulder. He nodded slightly before turning to Rafael. “Let’s talk.”

“Alright,” Rafael replied, though he was clearly uneasy.

“Let’s go to the cell where she was tortured,” Enrico said.

Rafael’s legs felt weak.

Enrico looked at Paige. “Sit here for a while. I’ll take you home for treatment soon.”

“Okay,” Paige nodded.

Enrico stood before her, gently smoothing her long hair. His voice was hoarse, yet tender. “If anyone here dares to lay another finger on you, I’ll wipe out their entire family.”

…

Everyone fell silent.

Paige stood there, watching as Enrico and Rafael walked deeper into the building, her heart heavy with worry. She could see that Enrico was barely holding on; it was he who urgently needed treatment. There were so many questions she wanted to ask, but now wasn’t the time. All she could hope for was that his wounds would heal quickly.

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The door to the cell creaked open, revealing a stark, oppressive white that seemed to pierce through to the soul. The iron chains on the wall hadn’t been removed, hanging loosely on the floor.

Enrico stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to the bloodstained chains on the ground, with an empty tin of candy placed in the center. If he hadn’t arrived in time, this would have been the last scene he’d see.

Seeing the chains made Enrico’s blood boil.

“How did you get back here?” Rafael asked, taking off his jacket to drape it over Enrico, but Enrico retaliated with a punch.

Rafael staggered back, hitting a wall. Enrico moved to hit him again, and Rafael, now furious, turned to strike back. Before he could land a punch, Enrico grabbed him.

*Bang.*

In the next instant, Enrico slammed Rafael’s head against a table. A sharp pain shot through Enrico’s body. He spat blood onto the floor, pressing down on Rafael with all his strength, his face contorted with rage. “Rafael, you dared to touch my woman? Your presidency is over.”

He had come back for revenge after all.

Rafael, pressed against the table, looked disheveled, his gold-rimmed glasses askew. The frustration and fatigue of the past few days were evident in his weary, angry expression. He had never wanted to go head-to-head with Enrico, but this time, he couldn’t hold back.

“Enrico, I did it for the country!” Rafael shouted, his voice echoing through the room.

Enrico let out a cold laugh. “In A Nation, who doesn’t think of their own interests first before worrying about the country? Who are you trying to fool?”

His words clearly accused Rafael of using noble rhetoric to mask his true motive: preserving his presidency without any major upheavals.

Rafael laughed bitterly, “Fine, say I’m in it for my own gain. But what about you, the largest tycoon in A Nation? Aren’t you concerned about your interests?”

He couldn’t understand why Enrico would throw everything away just to save someone who should already be dead.

Enrico pressed down even harder on Rafael’s head, his blood-stained hand trembling with anger. “My only interest is Paige.”

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Rafael’s eyes widened in shock. Was he really willing to give up everything for a woman?

“Rafael, you think I helped you become president to protect my interests. Now, you’ve threatened those interests. How do we settle this?” Enrico glared at him, eyes full of fury.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

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Rafael lay there, stunned. After a long silence, he finally asked, disbelief evident in his voice, “Is a woman really that important to you?”

Important enough that he would forsake everything he had worked for?

Enrico kicked him in the leg, then released him, leaning against the table as he sat down, casually wiping the blood from his lips.

Rafael sat down across from him, removing his crooked glasses. His face was pale and grim. “So what do you plan to do? How will you explain this to the other tycoons and old families?”

“Do I need to explain anything to them?” Enrico sneered.

Rafael nearly snapped the arm of his glasses in frustration. “As long as you protect Paige, there will be unrest. Your father will also be plotting…”

“Good,” Enrico interrupted, his tone icy. “I came back this time to expose the slum’s secret. It’s time to reshuffle the cards in A Nation.”

Rafael’s eyes widened in shock. “Enrico, are you insane? Are you really going to side with the slums?”

Was he really willing to let A Nation descend into chaos like it did during the tycoon wars a century ago?

“I couldn’t care less about the slums.” Enrico sat there, his eyes cold as he looked at Rafael, his fingers brushing the tattoo on his hand. His voice was cold and cruel. “I only know that my woman has been through hell.”

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Rafael sat there, paralyzed.

“If you think it’s fair to protect the tycoons at the cost of her suffering, then I’ll make sure A Nation is thrown into chaos,” Enrico said, his tone wild and unyielding.

Rafael’s body went limp. “Enrico, do you even realize what you’re saying?”

Enrico leaned forward, his voice a chilling whisper as he spoke with a cruel smile. “Whatever pain she’s endured, a hundredfold of that suffering will be inflicted on those responsible.”