The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

How long will these injuries take to heal? He really wants to…

“…” Paige, feeling her entire ear numb from his kisses, tilted her head and said with a smile, “Enrico, can you at least act like an injured person and rest properly?”

“I’m enduring the pain.”

“…”

“It’s been days since you’ve seen me. To ease your loneliness, even if I’m seriously injured, I have to comfort you,” Enrico said with deep affection, kissing her ear several more times.

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She wasn’t that lonely and didn’t need this kind of comfort. She wasn’t driven by desire.

Paige, feeling exasperated but unable to push him away, decided to change the subject, “Since you don’t want to rest, let’s discuss something serious.”

“What serious matter?”

Isn’t this a serious matter?

“How’s Jaden?” she asked.

Mentioning Jaden made Enrico’s expression turn cold as frost. He spoke in a deep, somber tone, “He called back, but I didn’t answer.”

He must have stabilized Jeremy; otherwise, things would have been chaotic outside by now.

“Notify him to keep a close watch on Rachel,” Paige said.

Her patience with Rachel had worn thin. Even if Rachel wanted to be a canary, Paige couldn’t let her live comfortably for the rest of her life.

With that thought, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

“Rachel? Why keep an eye on her?” Enrico asked, puzzled.

Rachel was timid and mediocre; would she really dare to act on Jeremy’s behalf?

“I was exposed as someone from the slums this time. From the methods behind the scenes, I think it’s highly likely Rachel is behind it,” Paige explained straightforwardly. “Since Rachel did this to me, I don’t want to let her off.”

But since she was staying at this private estate, she could only rely on him to help.

Upon hearing this, Enrico looked at her and said, “That’s impossible. If she were working for Jeremy, she would have been prepared to contact major financial groups long ago. She wouldn’t be waiting until now.”

He hadn’t restricted Rachel’s freedom.

“She’s not contacting major financial groups because she doesn’t want to kill you…” Paige’s words suddenly stopped, and she looked at him with a cold gaze. “Enrico, don’t you believe me?”

“It’s not a matter of believing or not; it’s that the logic doesn’t add up,” Enrico said.

Upon hearing this, Paige moved away from his arms, sat up on the bed, and stared at him. “I’m saying it’s Rachel who did this. I have no evidence; it’s just a gut feeling.”

Her voice had turned cold.

“…” Enrico fell silent.

“Don’t you trust me?” Paige’s eyes grew colder as she looked at him.

For some reason, Enrico felt a rising sense of dread. He stared intently at her cold eyes and noticed the bloodied tint on her lips. He said, “I didn’t say I don’t trust you.”

His tone suddenly softened.

Enrico realized his tone had changed abruptly and cleared his throat to adjust his voice. “I’ll call Jaden to hold them back. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“How am I looking at you?” Paige retorted coldly, feeling her gaze was perfectly normal.

Was she giving him a deadly stare?

Enrico raised his hand with the IV needle still in it and slowly reached for the phone on the bedside table. As he lifted his hand, he grimaced, his face showing pain. “Uh…”

Paige watched him coldly from where she sat.

Enrico turned his body with difficulty to reach the phone, his teeth clenched and eyes filled with pain. His throat was strained, and he looked as if he was in unbearable agony.

Seeing this, Paige helplessly got off the bed, picked up the phone, and handed it to him.

“I need to sit up to make the call.”

Enrico tried to prop himself up, not liking to lie down all the time.

“No,” Paige refused.

“Oh,” Enrico quietly lay back down, switching hands to take the phone, dialed Jaden, and put it on speaker.

Jaden’s voice on the other end became cautious as soon as he picked up. “Mr. Gustin, how are you and Miss Paige doing?”

Hearing his voice, Enrico’s expression darkened. He spoke with a grim tone, “Have the estate been secured?”

“It’s secured, but the master is currently furious and says…” Jaden hesitated on the phone.

Paige stood by, watching as Enrico’s expression grew darker. He demanded, “What does he say?”

“The master says…”

Jaden still hesitated, but another voice, full of anger and hatred, came through the phone-

“I said, Enrico, imprisoning me is useless. If you have the guts, kill me! Otherwise, as long as you protect that slum woman, I’ll have my chance to turn things around!”

It was Jeremy.

Clearly enraged for not being able to leave the estate, his voice was extremely loud.

Enrico’s eyes turned vicious, a red tint covering them like a blood-soaked mist, revealing an endless abyss.

His hand tightened around the phone, the bandage on his ring finger turning red.

Paige quickly stepped forward and forcefully loosened his almost rigid fingers.

Enrico looked up at her, his murderous intent slightly diminishing. He said darkly, “Tell Jeremy that if he wants to turn things around, he should wait for the next life.”

“Understood,” Jaden replied from the other end.

“Is Rachel at the estate? Make sure to control her.”

As Enrico spoke, Paige gestured to him to lower his hand. Enrico looked at her with deepening eyes and added, “Bring her to the estate.”

“Third Miss?”

Jaden sounded puzzled, clearly not understanding what this had to do with the third miss. After a moment, he said, “I don’t think I’ve seen the third miss.”

Paige was startled. “She must have run away.”

Rachel was quite smart. Knowing she hadn’t died, she anticipated Paige’s suspicion and knew Paige would mention it in front of Enrico, so she ran.

Enrico, who had initially doubted Rachel’s involvement, grew suspicious after hearing this. “Increase the number of people and capture Rachel for me.”

“Understood,” Jaden immediately responded, adding, “After finishing Mr. Gustin’s instructions, I’ll return to the estate to face the punishment.”

He hadn’t forgotten his own guilt.

Enrico ignored him, hung up the phone, and turned his gaze back to Paige, looking deeply at her.

“So, do you believe me now?” Paige asked with a cold smile.

**Men.**

They never see women clearly enough.

“…”

Enrico, looking at her, was unsure what to ask.

Paige took the phone from his hand and set it aside. She then looked into his eyes and said, “Enrico, she likes you. That’s why she harmed me but didn’t conspire with your father.”

“What?” Enrico seemed completely taken aback.

“Surprised, huh? Your sister, though seemingly weak and timid and always kind to others, actually has a plan. From the moment I appeared at your family’s estate, she had her eye on me.”