The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Upon hearing those words, Nick was completely shaken and looked at Paige in disbelief.

Paige nodded, “Yes.”

Mira, who had always been the most sensitive and emotional, started crying as soon as she heard this, “W-We’ll never see you again in this life?”

Life is so long; will there really be no day they can meet again?

Paige glanced at the water dispenser nearby and asked someone to bring out a few bottles of water. She handed one to each of them.

After she finished, she tried to twist the cap off her own bottle.

She couldn’t do it.

She had no strength left at all.

A hand reached out and took the bottle from her. Enrico stood beside her, opened the bottle, and handed it back.

Paige looked at him, smiled, and took the bottle, raising it towards everyone, “This isn’t the place to talk. Let’s just say a simple goodbye. I wish all of you smooth sailing and great success.”

This wasn’t just a goodbye; it was a final farewell!

The members of Peak Club looked at each other, wanting to say something, but they realized that under the current circumstances, this was indeed the best option for Paige.

To be alive was good enough.

With their current abilities, there was no way they could help her any further.

The sound of ten water bottles clinking together rang out, and water splashed, landing on everyone’s hands.

Paige took a sip of water, while several of the girls cried uncontrollably, and Mira rushed up to hug her.

“…”

Paige winced from the pain as she was hugged, trying her best to hold on.

Rafael stood by with his arms crossed, watching them. He hadn’t seen such a scene in a long time-no talk of interests, no discussions about ambitions, just the loyalty of friends.

“What are you crying about like it’s the end of the world? I haven’t even said I’d let these students go.”

Rafael spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Paige gently released Mira, looked over at him, and, with a pale face, smiled slightly and calmly said, “You will let them go.”

“Why?” Rafael sneered.

“Because if you don’t, Enrico will make things difficult for you,” Paige said with certainty.

Rafael laughed, “Do you really think Enrico is some kind of supreme saint? That he would protect a few students?”

Did she not know how ruthless and cold Enrico could be?

Hearing this, Paige walked over to Enrico, naturally taking his hand and gazing deeply into his eyes.

Enrico looked down at her unusually submissive actions today, clearly depending on him, and his satisfaction nearly overflowed. He tightened his grip on her hand and looked at Rafael, “Yes, I’ll protect them.”

It’s just a few students.

If Paige wants him to protect them, he will.

“…”

Rafael felt like throwing his glasses down, his face turning a deeper shade of green before he waved his hand, “Fine, all of you can leave.”

What kind of situation is this?

He couldn’t touch Paige, and now he couldn’t even touch a few students.

…

After separating from Rafael’s convoy, Paige and Enrico switched cars.

Paige sat comfortably in the plush leather seat, her hands and feet finally free of restraints. She looked at the rapidly retreating street scenes outside the window and the blazing sun, feeling a surreal sense of disorientation.

She had only been in Gangnam Hall for three days, but it felt like a lifetime.

Suddenly, her hand resting on the seat was grasped, and her face was cupped. Paige turned her gaze back, only to see Enrico leaning in close, his chiseled face right in front of her.

The warmth of his lips touched hers little by little as Enrico kissed her slowly. His rough fingertips gently caressed her face, and his tongue gradually slipped inside.

Paige closed her eyes and obediently responded to him.

Gradually, Enrico’s kiss grew more intense. He bit down on her soft lips, nearly devouring her breath in a possessive and domineering way. The kiss deepened, entangling them both, as if he was trying to make up for all the lost touches from the past days.

The taste of blood mingled in their mouths, making the kiss both exquisite and tantalizing.

It was impossible to tell whose lips had started bleeding again; after all, they were both covered in wounds.

Sensing that Enrico’s kiss was becoming more uncontrollable, Paige opened her eyes and smiled at him, “Stop, someone’s still here, right?”

At her words, Enrico turned back and shot a cold glare at the driver.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“…”

The driver, feeling the icy stare, broke out in a cold sweat as he continued to drive.

Paige sat there, raising her hands to cup Enrico’s face, gently wiping away the blood on his lips.

His lips were even drier than hers, cracking at the slightest touch.

Enrico relished her care, the smirk on his lips refusing to fade, “After being locked up for a few days, you know my value now, right?”

“I know you treat me well.”

Paige looked into his bloodshot eyes, pausing for a moment before adding, “I just didn’t realize how good you were.”

Good enough that, to save her, he would come with a body full of wounds, that he would unhesitatingly speak of avenging her and exposing the slum’s secrets in front of Rafael.

Enrico suddenly leaned closer, his forehead touching hers, a bead of blood forming on his thin lips as he smirked wickedly, “I can see you’ve fallen for me too. You were saying you didn’t love me over the phone-such a hypocritical woman.”

“…”

That familiar feeling was back.

Saying things in such an obnoxious way, it could only be him.

Listening to that familiar tone, Paige couldn’t help but laugh, her eyes becoming slightly misty.

It felt like she was someone holding a bowl of soup given by Meng Po, walking along the Bridge of Helplessness, with her feet stepping on the River of Forgetfulness. She had even thought about not wanting to be an unwanted child in the next life, yet someone had grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the world of the living.

If not for the wounds on his face at that moment, she would have thought none of it had happened, that nothing had changed.

“What are you laughing at?” Enrico reached out to rub her head.

Paige noticed a flash of red and pulled his hand down, her gaze landing on his blood-red ring finger.

His hand was beautiful, long and well-proportioned, but now, not only was the skin broken, but the nail on his ring finger was gone.

“What happened?” she asked, wanting to touch it but not daring to.

“It was torn off by a refugee, I don’t even know which bastard did it. Lucky for him, I can’t settle that score.”

A refugee?

Paige’s eyes narrowed slightly, then her heart skipped a beat. She looked at him in disbelief, her voice stiff with shock, “You…you came back on a refugee smuggling boat?”

Otherwise, she couldn’t think of how a high and mighty tycoon like him would have come into contact with refugees and ended up with so many injuries.

“Yeah,” Enrico nodded nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal, “The boat was too slow. If I had flown, you could have suffered a few hours less.”

So, he dressed like that because he needed to pose as a refugee.

He was in that dark, cramped smuggling boat, floating on the vast sea for more than twenty hours, just to pull her back from the brink of death.

The risk of something happening on a refugee boat is never low. Did he ever think that he might end up at the bottom of the sea…?

Paige suddenly sat up, reaching out to hug his shoulders tightly, pressing her chin against his shoulder as her nose stung with overwhelming emotion.