The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

It was indeed Enrico’s voice, and those who heard it were confused. What was going on?

“This situation indeed began at The Gustin family’s villa during that banquet. Enrico developed some interest in that woman, but she doesn’t have a favorable view of tycoons and kept rejecting him. This only provoked Enrico, so he decided to play a little game with her, wanting her to willingly follow him,” Rafael explained while sitting there. “So, he disguised himself, making himself look disheveled and stormed into Gangnam Hall to abduct her. As expected, this trick worked, and the woman immediately developed feelings for him. These past few days, he’s had his fill of fun and hasn’t even visited the corporation.”

After finishing, Rafael admired himself. He didn’t expect to have such a talent for storytelling-it was flawless.

“…” The others were skeptical.

Someone else added, “When that slum woman was captured, it seemed the President had some international maneuvers in place, apparently blocking Enrico’s return.”

Whoever was behind this wasn’t simple. They even knew this much, which explained why these tycoons were convinced and had united.

“That was another arrangement. What do you mean by blocking Enrico’s return? That’s absurd. Could I really stop him if he wanted to come back?” Rafael shook his head.

“…” That made sense.

Everyone fell silent again, seemingly weighing the credibility of Rafael’s words.

“This situation was initially straightforward. I was merely granting Enrico a favor, letting him take the woman back for a few days of fun before secretly disposing of her. I never expected you all to make such a big fuss out of it,” Rafael remarked while looking at the computer screen in front of him. He then smiled and asked, “Don’t you realize what would happen if this mess reached Enrico?”

“…” Silence.

“He’s the type of person who would even point a gun at his own father. Over the past year, he has manipulated A Nation’s economy with a flick of his wrist. He doesn’t abide by rules and acts recklessly…” Rafael’s tone grew darker as he attempted to scare them. “Are you really willing to challenge him over a slum woman?”

These words caused several people to nervously sit back down. Someone finally spoke, “If peace can be maintained, who would want to risk everything? If the President can guarantee this, we trust you. However, when Enrico hands her over in two days, I want my own people present.”

They were intent on keeping an eye on Paige.

“Fine, you can all send people to monitor the situation in secret, but don’t start jumping to conclusions again,” Rafael agreed.

After a while, the video conference finally ended.

Rafael sat there, exhaling deeply, his gaze growing deep. He had done everything he could, but what would Enrico hand over in two days?

…

It was not until nightfall that Enrico finally returned.

Paige sat at the entrance, watching a line of ants parade down the steps. A set of headlights suddenly shone from a distance, and she quickly looked up.

Sure enough, a car was driving toward the entrance of the manor.

She stood up and ran out.

Paige sprinted so fast that the wind carried the sound of her breathing. As she reached the entrance, she saw Jaden step out of the car and open the door, allowing Enrico, dressed in a dark shirt, to step out.

The car’s lights illuminated his figure, casting him in shadow, but his presence was undeniable.

Safe and sound.

Those were the only words Paige could think of. She exhaled in relief and hurried toward him. “Enrico.”

Enrico lifted his gaze and saw Paige running toward him through the car’s headlights. Her dress fluttered, and her face, delicate and transparent, wore a light smile, as if she was rushing into his arms.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“…”

Enrico stood there, staring at her, filled with greed.

For the first time, he loathed having the AS schizophrenia gene.

It wasn’t until she was in front of him that Enrico reached out to grab her wrist. “Why did you run out here? Were you that anxious to see me?”

“I have something to tell you, and you weren’t answering your phone,” Paige replied. She needed to inform him of the news Kevin had brought.

“I also have something to tell you. Let’s talk as we walk.” Enrico wrapped his arm around her and led her inside.

In the kitchen, Paige stood at the sink washing her hands when Enrico encircled her from behind, holding her hands as he helped her wash.

“…” Paige couldn’t help but laugh at his playful actions.

So many tricks.

Enrico stood behind her, watching her intently, washing their hands with utmost seriousness. His large hands enveloped her smaller ones, his fingertips tracing the contours of her fingers.

“Your hand…” Paige’s eyes fell on his ring finger, which was wrapped in a bandage, and she frowned slightly.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Enrico assured her. After washing her hands, he kissed the top of her head, and they walked to the dining room.

In the dining room, dinner had already been prepared by Olivia and was set on the table, still steaming and fragrant.

The lights in the dining room were off, with only a candelabra on the table, its flames flickering and reflecting off the delicious meal, creating quite the atmosphere.

That Olivia…

Paige smiled as she sat across from Enrico. Enrico picked up a bottle of red wine that had been set to breathe and poured it into their glasses.

The candlelight highlighted his flawless, handsome face, and even his movements were exceptionally elegant.

Paige watched him, not forgetting the important matter at hand. She said, “I received some important news today. It seems the tycoons might have united against us.”

“The tycoons have united against us,” Enrico echoed her words in a low voice as she spoke the second half of her sentence.

“…” Paige was taken aback, studying his silhouette in the dim light. Then she relaxed slightly, asking, “So, the reason you were out today was because of this. Have you come up with a good solution?”