The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Enrico’s temper is not something everyone can handle; unless it touches everyone’s bottom line, who would dare easily provoke him? The fire continued to burn. Many people had already left, leaving only the people from the Presidential Palace and Enrico’s subordinates on site, trying to put out the fire with extinguishers from their vehicles, but the flames were too fierce, and their efforts were in vain.

Meanwhile, by the river in the distance, a thin figure that looked like it could be blown away by the wind slowly emerged, hiding behind a tree. A pair of malicious eyes glared at the fire, and the pale face was illuminated by the flickering flames.

It was Rachel.

“Cough.”

Rachel couldn’t help but cough in the night wind, quickly covering her mouth with her hand. She stared at the fire. Dead? Impossible. Enrico liked that woman Paige so much, how could he easily hand her over? There must be something wrong.

She didn’t want to go against Enrico, but she had no choice. Enrico had laid a trap in The Capital to capture her, and it wouldn’t be long before she was brought before him. When that time came, she would be dead.

So, for her own survival, she had to bring Enrico down. Only if Enrico was weakened could she continue to live. But the financial battles she had anticipated did not occur; instead, Enrico handed Paige over. She didn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe it. If Paige could fake her death once, she could fake it again.

With this thought, Rachel took out her phone, aimed the camera at the fire. Those useless financiers had already assumed Paige was dead and quietly retreated. But Rachel didn’t leave. She wanted to see what trick Enrico had up his sleeve this time to save Paige.

“Boss, most people have left,”

Jaden ran up the slope to Enrico’s side and reported in a low voice.

Standing nearby, Rafael heard this and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. He patted Enrico on the shoulder, saying, “Fortunately, this hurdle is over. Everyone can go home and get a good night’s sleep.”

Enrico stood there expressionless, his eyes fixed on the direction of the fire. After a while, his phone vibrated. He took it out and saw a message from Kevin.

“Kevin: Safe.”

Just two words. The darkness in Enrico’s eyes, like ink, slowly dispersed. He put away his phone and coldly asked, “Did you see everything clearly?”

“Yes, we saw everything clearly and recorded it all,” Jaden replied.

“What did you see clearly?” Rafael asked, puzzled.

Enrico didn’t respond to him but also didn’t hide anything from him. He just ordered Jaden, “Starting tomorrow, deal with them one by one. The financiers who were here today have no reason to exist anymore.”

“Understood,” Jaden nodded.

Upon hearing this, Rafael suddenly understood. He looked around at the surrounding terrain, then gazed at the distant hillside villa area. “So that’s why you chose this location for the exchange. You had it all planned out. This place has a unique terrain with only a few vantage points. You want to mark down all the financiers and old families involved?”

“Is there a problem?” Enrico coldly replied, turning to walk down the slope.

Today, everyone present who was monitoring the situation was someone who had forced Paige away. He planned to uproot all these families and financiers, one by one. This fire needed to be quenched.

Rafael, forgetting his presidential dignity, leaped down the slope and caught up with Enrico. “Now that Paige is safe, why bother going after these financiers?”

“Because I want to,” Enrico’s tone was somber as he walked briskly away.

“Didn’t Dr. Clinton tell you? You need to rest and even avoid handling official duties. Yet, you still want to deal with these financiers?” Rafael hurried to match his pace, trying to reason with him.

The blazing fire was far in the distance.

“Keep talking, and I’ll add your name to the list too,” Enrico turned and coldly glared at him, his eyes full of malice.

“…,” Rafael fell silent.

Jaden silently followed behind the two. The night was dark, the lights were scattered, and the whole road was in chaos.

Enrico walked with long strides, but suddenly, intense pain erupted in his head, as if countless insects were gnawing at his brain. His pace slowed, and he raised a hand to press against his head, the stag tattoo on his hand less fierce than usual… Cold sweat soaked his body.

“Boss!”

Jaden quickly stepped forward, pulling out medicine to hand to Enrico.

Enrico took the medicine and swallowed it without waiting for water, his face as pale as a ghost.

“Look at you, you’re in this condition and still thinking about revenge. Can you rest for a bit? Enrico,” Rafael said, helplessly trying to persuade him.

Enrico ignored him, standing there with his hand on his forehead. The night breeze carried a chill. The smell of smoke and burning drifted from the distance. It was unclear how much time passed before Enrico slowly lowered his hand, exhaling as if he felt better.

“Boss, let me take you home,” Jaden suggested.

“Okay,” Enrico nodded, suddenly looking around, noticing the crowd and the chaotic scene. He frowned, “What’s going on?”

Why was he here?

“…”

Jaden and Rafael were both taken aback, exchanging glances.

Could it be…

“Where’s Paige?” Enrico asked, his tone suddenly cold, his eyes filled with a deep, threatening intensity.

“Enrico, you’re not feeling well. Let’s get you in the car and go back,” Rafael quickly said.

Enrico glanced at him, then suddenly smelled something in the air. He turned sharply and saw the distant fire reaching the sky, with many cars rushing towards it. His pupils contracted, and his heart clenched as if gripped by a hand. He grabbed Jaden and shouted hysterically, “Where’s Paige? Where is she?”

“…”

Jaden was choked and couldn’t speak.

“What does that fire mean? Answer me!” Enrico yelled, his face twisted with rage, nearly losing his composure.

Rafael, standing nearby, saw Jaden struggling for breath and quickly said, “Enrico, let him go. He’s Jaden… Your memory is disturbed again. You need to rest.”

But Enrico didn’t listen to a word. He kicked Jaden aside and grabbed another person from the Presidential Palace. “What does that fire mean?”

The person, unaware of the situation, was terrified under Enrico’s glare, his legs trembling. “It’s that fugitive from the slums. When she was escaping, she crashed into the slope, and the car exploded.”

Slums…

Fugitive…

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Explosion…

Enrico stumbled back a few steps, his eyes wide with shock. No, it couldn’t be. How could he not remember? He was supposed to be protecting her, so why would she need to escape? Paige… Paige…

Suddenly, Enrico turned to Rafael and Jaden, radiating an icy aura. “It was you two. You locked her in Gangnam Hall, and that wasn’t enough; you wanted her dead. Did you really think you could deceive me so easily?”

“Enrico, you’re mistaken, you…”