The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Dr. Clinton lowered his head and paused before continuing, “But now, all the early symptoms have appeared in Mr. Gustin.”

It’s like an arrow that’s already been shot from the bow; it hasn’t hit the target yet, but how do you pull it back?

You can’t.

“Enrico…” Rafael looked at Enrico, wanting to say something, but Enrico had already walked away, alone, along the road. His lonely figure seemed as if the entire world had abandoned him.

Rafael turned his gaze back, only to see Jaden staring at him. Rafael gave a bitter smile, “I know what you’re thinking, but don’t even consider it. Something as big as a battle between the financial oligarchs can’t be handled by just the two of us.”

Letting Enrico rest while they handled all the financial powers? Impossible. They didn’t stand a chance.

They couldn’t win, and the trouble would still fall back on Enrico.

Peaceful rest? Don’t even think about it.

“…” Jaden understood as well, and he stumbled back a step, feeling despair for the first time.

Enrico stood by the river for a long time, his phone vibrating in his pocket again and again.

It was a call from Paige.

He didn’t answer it.

He looked down, his handsome face expressionless. One hand held a long matchbox, and the other pinched a thin matchstick, casually striking it.

“Fwoosh.”

The flame ignited with a sound.

With a flick of his hand, he tossed the match into the water, and the flame was instantly extinguished, leaving no trace.

Why did it have to be now that his illness was acting up?

He hadn’t even had enough time with her as husband and wife.

She had just given him a gift.

She had just promised him that she would be his canary for life.

Enrico continued striking matches, throwing them all into the water, watching the flames ignite and then extinguish, leaving no light at all.

The phone in his pocket was still vibrating.

“Paige, stop calling.”

He struck another match, tossing it into the river, his eyes dull and filled with despair, his voice hoarse, “This time, I might really not be able to protect you.”

Once he fell ill, he wouldn’t even know who he was. How could he protect her?

He opened the matchbox with one hand, finding it empty.

Enrico raised his hand and tossed the empty matchbox into the river, turning to leave.

The matchbox floated further and further away on the calm surface of the water.

Rafael and Jaden were still waiting where they had been, both looking a bit frantic.

When they saw Enrico return, Rafael straightened up, adjusted his glasses, and was about to ask something when Enrico coldly ordered Jaden, “Quietly withdraw all the people I sent out.”

He was canceling the plan to deal with the financial powers.

“Yes.” Jaden nodded.

Enrico then looked at Rafael, “Why aren’t you off to your video conference?”

“I need to know what to say,” Rafael said.

“Tell the truth,” Enrico said expressionlessly.

“The truth?” Rafael was shocked. “You want me to say that when you went to Gangnam Hall, it wasn’t to silence anyone but to save Paige? That Paige is now in your hands?”

Has he gone mad?

“Yes.” Enrico nodded.

Jaden looked at Enrico in confusion. What was he planning?

“You…” Rafael was bewildered by Enrico’s unpredictable behavior.

Enrico stood before him, a slow, wicked smile curling his lips, full of arrogance and dominance, “Do you think I’d let Gangnam Hall kill a woman I, Enrico, haven’t had enough fun with yet?”

“…” Even Dr. Clinton looked at Enrico in astonishment.

Was Mr. Gustin’s memory in disarray again?

“Rafael, I promise you, once I’m done with this woman, I’ll hand her over to you.”

Enrico looked at Rafael and said each word slowly, with an air of superiority, not caring about anyone, “Two weeks. After that, I’ll hand her over.”

As he spoke, Enrico picked up his phone and recorded what he had just said, then sent the recording to Rafael.

Rafael received it, glanced at the message, and understood his intention, “You want me to tell all the financial powers that you’re not determined to protect Paige, just that you’re playing around with a woman?”

This seems… like a self-preservation strategy.

Not really his style.

“When have I, Enrico, ever been subtle? Snatching a woman for fun-does that seem odd?” Enrico sneered.

“Alright, I’ll pretend that this recording was from the day of the Gangnam Hall incident, and I’ll use it to deal with the financial powers and old families. But what about handing her over?”

Rafael looked at him, “If we calculate, the two-week period ends the day after tomorrow. Are you really planning to hand Paige over then?”

Impossible.

He had been willing to sit on a refugee boat for Paige; could he really give her up?

“Just say what I told you. Don’t worry about the rest,” Enrico said, putting away his smile and walking past Rafael to the car.

At the car door, he paused, his voice cold, “Today’s events, my illness-if a single word of it reaches Paige, don’t expect to have a peaceful life.”

“…” Dr. Clinton lowered his head even more.

As Enrico got into the car, Jaden quickly followed and sat in the passenger seat, turning to ask Enrico, “Boss, where are we going now?”

Enrico sat in the back seat, and upon hearing the question, a fierce light flickered in his eyes. But that fierceness gradually faded until it was almost gone, replaced by compromise.

“Heaven Hotel,” he said.

Jaden looked at Enrico in shock-Heaven Hotel, Kevin’s place.

He suddenly realized that Mr. Gustin might be about to do something even more extreme than fighting all the financial powers, but he… had no face left to try to stop him.

…

Heaven Hotel.

The executive floor was deathly quiet.

Kevin walked out of the elevator, step by step toward his presidential suite, and took out his key card to open the door.

As the door slowly opened before him, he looked up to see Jaden standing straight in the living room, hands clasped behind his back.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

On the Italian hand-crafted sofa, Enrico sat in a well-tailored suit, one leg crossed over the other, exuding both reckless arrogance and an innate elegance.

Two entirely different qualities were perfectly embodied in him, seamlessly combined.

Kevin only paused for a few seconds in response to such a blatant intrusion into his room. He then walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, opened it, and poured it into a decanter.

The red liquid swirled, creating a beautiful arc.

“Mr. Gustin, what brings you here? Are you here to send me back to the south?” Kevin asked, standing there, pouring the wine.

“The day after tomorrow night, Paige goes to the southern border. You arrange the journey,” Enrico said, resting one hand on his leg. His ring finger aligned with the straight seam of his pants, and under the bandage on his fingertip, a piece of the nail was missing.

Hearing this, Kevin’s hand trembled, spilling some wine on the cabinet. He put down the bottle, turned to look at Enrico, and asked in a voice full of surprise, “What did Mr. Gustin say?”

“Have you lost your legs and gone deaf as well?” Enrico lifted his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade, showing no courtesy in his words.