The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Enrico set down the water bottle, his breath uneven as he said, “I’m fine. Once you’re gone and I’ve wrapped up everything here, I won’t be getting out of bed for a while.”

“…”

It would be better if he lay down now.

Paige unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over, gently placing her hand on his chest without applying too much pressure. “Are you feeling any better?”

“Don’t worry about me. Right now, you need to practice parking the car in its final position. The space has already been prepared by the workers.”

Leaning back against the seat, Enrico pointed to a spot. “Here is the trigger. When you press it, a space will open beneath the car for you to jump into.”

“Has there always been an escape route like this?” Paige asked.

“Yes.”

“I understand.”

No wonder they insisted on this particular sports car. The magnates would suspect that Enrico was giving her a way out, assuming the car was modified, which couldn’t be done in just a day or two. They wouldn’t expect that this car had an escape route built in from the start.

Paige nodded and looked at Enrico. “Then you can get out now. I’ll handle the parking myself.”

She was about to simulate a crash; if he stayed in the car, it would be too much for him to handle.

Enrico didn’t insist further and opened the car door to get out.

As soon as Paige hit the gas, Enrico, almost stumbling, turned away, walking a few unsteady steps forward as his head throbbed intensely, as if it might explode.

He pulled out a bottle of pills from his pocket and tried to pour some into his palm, but his hands were shaking so much that the pills spilled everywhere.

Enrico hastily grabbed a couple of pills, swallowed them dry, and then crushed the remaining ones on the ground with his foot.

A gust of wind blew by, carrying away the powder, leaving no trace behind.

“Bang!”

A loud crash echoed.

Paige had hit the softly padded slope, though one corner of the car was dented. She pressed the trigger, and the driver’s seat instantly retracted, revealing a small space below her feet.

It was pitch black below, nothing visible.

Without hesitation, Paige dropped into the space.

The sensation of falling didn’t last long before she landed in the area beneath the road. She turned her head and saw a small tunnel where several workers were still digging further inside. They were stunned to see her suddenly appear.

A successful first attempt.

Paige massaged the back of her neck and smiled in satisfaction. Above her, the car moved forward slightly, giving her the chance to climb back up.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Her clothes were covered in dirt. As Paige stood by the road, she brushed off the dust and looked up to see Enrico walking towards her.

The temperature before dawn was particularly low, and in the faint blue light, his figure seemed even taller, his shirt billowing slightly in the breeze.

Paige watched him approach and noticed that he did look better after getting out of the car. She sighed with relief and walked over to him. “How was it?”

Standing before her, Enrico gazed deeply into her eyes, seeing the spark of excitement there. His tongue pressed against his lower teeth, but he said nothing.

These past few days at the villa, she had smiled at him and caressed his face, but she had never shown such a vibrant light in her eyes.

She didn’t say it, but she clearly wanted to fly away.

Enrico stared at her intently, then finally curled his lips into a proud smile. “Of course, anyone I teach would be exceptional, wouldn’t they?”

He was really good at complimenting himself.

Paige didn’t argue with him, glancing at the lightening sky. “I’ll practice a bit more.”

“Alright,” Enrico nodded.

Paige returned to the car and continued practicing the entire escape routine.

The insane speed, the earth-shattering drifts, the precise and fierce impacts, and the drop into the underground space.

Over and over again.

Until daylight, she was still practicing. Every time, she executed it flawlessly.

Enrico stood on high ground, watching the sports car navigate the winding, twisting roads with skill. Her technique had improved dramatically overnight, leaving no room for error.

Even he couldn’t find a single fault.

In fact, he realized he might have given her more practice time than necessary.

…

The brilliance of Enrico’s chosen escape route lay in the fact that there was no traffic at night and very little during the day, so they didn’t need to block the road and attract attention.

Paige rested during the day, leaving only two nights to practice.

When the second dawn arrived, it meant there wouldn’t be a third.

Tonight, the performance would begin.

As dawn broke, Paige completed her final lap, again flawlessly. She climbed out of the underground space, her shoulder throbbing slightly.

Her gunshot wound had healed quickly, but the intense practice of the past two nights had caused it some pain.

She walked over to the car, ready to practice again, but her wrist was grabbed.

Paige turned to see Enrico standing beside her, his deep eyes unreadable beneath his long lashes.

“Let me do one more lap. It’s not fully light yet,” Paige said, thinking she could fit in a few more rounds.

“It’s not necessary. The front of the car is badly damaged and needs to be fixed,” Enrico’s voice was hoarse. “Your technique is flawless now. All you need to do is rest and save your energy for tonight’s performance.”

Paige realized he was right.

She nodded and followed Enrico to a nearby parked sedan. The two of them sat in the back, and the driver slowly started the car, leaving the road behind.

The sky outside grew steadily brighter.

After two nights of intense practice, Paige’s nerves had been tightly wound, not daring to make a single mistake. But now, with the prospect of rest, she felt herself begin to relax.

She glanced out the window, thinking that by this time tomorrow, she would be on her way to the border. A pang of sadness crept into her heart at the thought of leaving.

Paige turned her gaze back to the man beside her.

He had likely exhausted himself after accompanying her for two nights. Enrico was now resting against the leather seat, his long lashes casting a faint shadow, his prominent nose above slightly pale lips, his breathing steady.

After tonight, the only way she would see him again would probably be through a screen.

Paige traced his features with her eyes and placed her hand on his, which was casually resting on his thigh. As soon as she touched him, he immediately grabbed her hand tightly, holding on firmly.

Enrico’s eyes snapped open, locking onto her with intensity.

“You weren’t asleep…mmph.”

Enrico’s hand pressed against the back of her neck as he suddenly surged towards her like a storm.

He captured her lips, biting down on her lower lip and grinding slowly, his breath hot and heavy.

His body pressed down on hers, forcing Paige to recline until she was fully lying on the soft seat.

The divider between the driver and the back seat slowly rose, sealing them off.

Enrico’s hand cradled her head while the other pressed against her side. He lingered on her lips for a long time before pulling back, his gaze burning, like a flame threatening to consume her, or like the dark sky, shadowing his entire expression.

“I’m giving you three hours to rest,” he said hoarsely, staring at her. “The rest of the time, you’re coming with me.”

Before she could respond, Enrico claimed her lips again, his tongue invading her mouth with aggressive possession.

His long fingers tangled in her hair, while his ring finger, missing a nail, had already lost all sensation.