The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“True,” he said. “He has pretty good stress tolerance.”

Paige nodded in agreement, no longer suspicious. As she looked up, she noticed Olivia standing in the doorway of the study, holding the small dolphin plushie, gazing at her with a reluctant expression. Clearly, Olivia also knew that it was time to part ways.

“Olivia,” Paige smiled and walked over, taking the small dolphin from her arms.

“Miss, after I’m no longer around, please make sure you eat properly and go to bed early at night. Don’t stay up late,” Olivia said, her voice filled with reluctance as she looked at Paige, her eyes already welling up with tears.

Paige felt reluctant too and said, “I told you before that I would take you with me when I leave. But this time, I’m only leaving temporarily. I will come back, and we will meet again.”

“Yes, yes,” Olivia choked out, nodding repeatedly.

As they spoke at the doorway, Enrico sat at the desk, looking down at a row of medicine bottles lined up before him. He picked up one of the so-called recovery supplements, his gaze dark as the night.

The AS schizophrenia gene is unique to the Davis family; there is no specific treatment for it in medical science. The medication Dr. Clinton prescribed for him was a mix of various drugs meant to have general effects.

For example, in this bottle-fluoxetine. It’s used for treating depression and anxiety.

He had exchanged the report and the bottles just in time.

Enrico put the bottle down, no longer looking at it.

Soon, the sky outside darkened, and Jaden hurried over, lowering his head, “Boss, Miss, it’s time.”

The time for the death performance had arrived.

Paige, who had been holding the small dolphin and talking about the upcoming separation, instinctively turned to look at Enrico when she heard this. Enrico looked back at her, his eyes so deep they seemed to swallow everything.

Paige felt a heaviness in her heart.

Enrico walked up, wrapped an arm around her, and led her outside.

Downstairs, Paige handed the small dolphin to Jaden, who had been following them. When Jaden glanced at her, she quickly lowered her head, unable to hide the guilt in her eyes.

Since leaving Gangnam Hall, she had been like this.

Paige didn’t really hate her.

“I must insist that Enrico recover fully before dealing with the family business. If you burden him with work again, I will come back to cause trouble for you,” Paige said with a faint smile.

Jaden stiffened and then quickly lowered her head. “Yes.”

Having said everything she needed to, Paige had nothing left to say and got into the car to leave.

—

Under the night sky, the streetlights sparkled like a river of stars, outlining the winding roads.

On the way to the death performance, the lights were even brighter. Numerous uniformed individuals stood on alert, and a line of cars remained still.

In front of a hillside villa, a group of people dressed in sharp suits and fine clothing gathered, some sitting, others standing.

A whole row of high-end telescopes was set up along the railing, with people occasionally peering through them to view a certain junction.

If a journalist were present, they might have gone crazy seeing that these were all key figures from the top families and conglomerates of A Country. Usually at odds with each other, these individuals were now gathered together, their subordinates serving tea and coffee, as if it were a casual tea party.

“How is it? Have they arrived yet?” an elderly man with gray hair asked while sipping tea.

“Not yet,” one of the subordinates replied.

Someone else added, “Do you think they won’t show up?”

“I think they will come. I don’t believe Enrico is the sentimental type. He’s the kind who doesn’t care about anyone. It’s just a woman-would he really risk his entire fortune?” someone said while looking through a telescope.

“But don’t forget Miss Rachel. She’s the one who showed us the photos in front of Gangnam Hall. In those photos, Enrico seemed deeply affectionate towards that woman from the slums,” another person interjected.

Rachel, a woman who had united the financial powers of A Country.

This student still in school had impressive abilities-her persuasion skills were exceptional, and she could move undetected even under the watchful eyes of these powerful people.

“Wasn’t it said that the whole thing was a fake, just an act Enrico put on to get the woman to willingly play along?” someone remarked.

“Bryce, you’ve been in this business for years. The truth of these matters isn’t determined by what you hear, but by what you see,” the elderly man said in a deep voice. “Today, if that slum woman falls into our hands, then this whole misunderstanding will be cleared up.”NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

As the discussion grew more intense, someone suddenly shouted excitedly, “They’re here! The car is here!”

Many of the important figures jumped up, pushing their subordinates aside to get to the telescopes and peer down.

Sure enough, at the junction below, headlights could be seen approaching, eventually stopping under the strong lights.

In the bright light, everything was clear. A girl in a white dress was pushed out of the car, her hands tied behind her back.

Enrico leaned lazily against the car’s hood, looking indifferent. Not far away, Rafael got out of another car and walked up to Enrico. The two seemed to be talking about something.

Enrico smiled casually, not even glancing at the girl, clearly unconcerned.

“Is that the woman?” The elderly man squinted as he asked. His eyesight wasn’t great, even with the clear view through the telescope.

“Yes, it’s her. I even saw her once at the Public Law Council,” someone said.

“It is her. It seems Miss Rachel was deceiving us. She wants to help Jeremy regain power, and we almost fell into her trap by opposing Enrico, who is a tough opponent, just to clear the path for the Gustin family’s villa.”

“A Country was almost thrown into chaos, and it turns out it was just for the internal power struggle of the Gustin family. How interesting,” another person said angrily.

“Wait, something’s happening below!” someone suddenly shouted in shock.

Everyone hurried to their telescopes, watching as the slum woman struggled free of the ropes, grabbed a gun from someone nearby, and fired at Enrico. Enrico barely dodged in time.

Bang!

The gunshot echoed through the night.

Seeing this, Rafael’s men immediately rushed at the woman. She, dressed in a flowing white dress, stepped on the hood, leaped into the air, dodged their attacks, and even avoided bullets while taking down several men.

“That woman has some serious skills,” someone marveled at her agility, admiring her impressive abilities.

They watched as the woman in the white dress sat on the hood, kicked a few more people down, and then swiftly jumped into the car.

After a few more gunshots, the car’s headlights flared to life, and the engine roared.

“Not good, she’s going to escape! Send people to track her!” the gray-haired elder shouted urgently.

Several subordinates rushed out.

“Could it be that Rafael and Enrico are letting her go on purpose? Is this whole deal just a show for us?” someone wondered aloud. “Are you starting to believe Miss Rachel again?”

“These blurred lines between truth and lies are utterly confusing. But regardless, that woman from the slums must not escape! Go after her!”