The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Everyone was in an uproar. To a large corporation, 100 million might not be much, but for an actress who mostly played supporting roles, had she even earned 100 million in the past few years? How dare she bid like that?

Seeing Carrie still raising her bid, Tiffany was almost furious enough to spit blood. Under the table, she kicked Bryan with her high heel.

“Bid!”

She had made such a bold statement earlier; if Carrie managed to buy the painting, how could she save face?

It’s just a painting. Even for a famous artist, 100 million should be the limit, right? Bryan hesitated but then noticed the look from Jason, his father. It seemed Jason was also set on winning.

Bryan reluctantly raised his paddle again, though this time his bid was more conservative. “120 million.”

If it weren’t for the public setting, Tiffany would have rolled her eyes at Bryan.

Was he unwilling to spend money on her? He only added 10 million.

This wasn’t just about the painting; it was about Tiffany’s face! It was about the Grissom family’s reputation!

As Tiffany hadn’t vented enough, Jaden raised his paddle again, bidding “130 million.”

Carrie quickly followed with “140 million.”

Jaden responded with “150 million.”

Carrie countered with “160 million.”

The two of them clearly didn’t care about the Smiths or the Grissoms and were fiercely competing against each other.

“…”

Tiffany was livid.

Paige raised her hand to rub her temples. The drama tonight was more intense than she had anticipated. She looked up and finally caught Enrico glancing in her direction.

She immediately signaled for him to meet her outside to talk.

Enrico looked at her but didn’t leave. Instead, he walked straight towards her.

Paige was taken aback. Enrico, tall and long-legged, crossed half the hall in no time. He lowered his baseball cap and crouched down beside her.

“…”

Paige was stunned again, but after a moment, she leaned down close to him and whispered, “You shouldn’t bid on this painting. It will make the Gustin Group enemies.”

She thought he didn’t understand the situation.

She could handle the Smiths and Grissoms; there was no need to burden his conglomerate.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Enemies, so be it,” Enrico said nonchalantly.

“…”

Why was he being so stubborn? Paige’s silver mask almost touched his cheek as she whispered, “Why do you want this painting so much?”

It was just a painting.

“I…” Enrico, still crouching beside her, his eyes fixed on the soft folds of her dress, felt his throat dry up. “I like the way it looks.”

“I can paint one for you at home.”

Paige promised softly, her breath, filtered through her mask, brushing against his ear.

To keep others from hearing, she leaned very close, her body almost pressed against his. He crouched, head bowed, looking entirely obedient-like a large, tame dog.

Enrico’s ears tingled. “But what about this one?”

“You should let Bryan have this one,” Paige whispered to him.

Enrico’s voice suddenly turned cold. He glanced sideways, his eyes, tinged with gray, filled with deep displeasure, which darkened as he spoke, “Why?”

She had said he could have whatever he wanted.

Now, he couldn’t even get a painting?

“…”

Paige stared into his eyes, realizing that ever since Enrico had lost most of his memory, she had seen fear and hatred in them, but never this expression.

Almost instantly, Paige knew something had happened to him tonight.

Her expression remained unchanged as she leaned closer and whispered with a smile, “This painting is bait for those two families. If you take my bait, how can I catch the big fish?”

So that’s the reason.

The tension in Enrico’s eyes eased slightly. Paige then reached up and gently ruffled his hair, saying indulgently, “Be good, don’t bid on it, okay? I’ll buy it back for you when there’s another chance.”

Ruffle? He wasn’t a child!

Enrico glared at her, stood up from the floor, and walked over to where Jaden was sitting.

He tapped Jaden on the back and, seeing the surprise in Jaden’s eyes, gestured briefly before leaving the hall.

Paige watched him go, smiling as she turned her gaze back to the table, where everyone was staring at her in shock. When they noticed her looking, they quickly pretended to look elsewhere.

Tsk tsk tsk.

An artist truly is an artist. To play with a man so openly-it was something else entirely.

That man was probably waiting for her in a room right now, wasn’t he?

Paige had no time to care about what others thought. Glancing toward the hall’s entrance, she saw Angie standing there, clearly wanting to report something.

So, Paige stood up and left.

“…”

Everyone at the table exchanged knowing glances.

Look, look, the artist couldn’t wait, could she? She hadn’t even finished auctioning off her painting before rushing off to a hotel room with a man.

Men used to play with young models; now women were playing with men.

Ah, how the world has changed! People aren’t what they used to be!

As Paige walked out, Rachel was leading Molly into the hall through another door.

They passed each other from a distance, neither noticing the other.

Rachel’s face was grim. Someone had been spying on her family outside the lounge earlier, and when she sent two bodyguards to chase them, they were returned to the lounge door, covered in blood.

She had spent time investigating the incident, which was why she was just now returning to the hall.

Molly, dressed in professional attire, followed behind her. In such a high-class setting, Rachel wouldn’t allow herself to use a cane, so Molly had to limp along behind her.

Having recently been whipped, Molly could barely keep up with Rachel, struggling to walk.

At this moment, Jaden had stopped bidding, leaving Bryan and Carrie to continue.

Molly, struggling to follow, suddenly overheard someone say, “Bryan sure is willing to spend. The bid is already up to 300 million.”

“All to win the beauty’s favor. Tiffany is rich and beautiful; shouldn’t an unmarried woman like her be pampered?”

Molly’s face paled. Hearing Bryan’s bid, she looked over to see him sitting at the table. Dressed in an elegant white suit, he looked refined and noble. Tiffany, dressed to the nines, clung to his arm, gazing at him with affection.

The two whispered and laughed, looking utterly happy.

The scene was too much for Molly to bear.

She never imagined her life could change so drastically. Bryan, once an overlooked young master of the Smiths family, had now become one of the most sought-after figures in The Capital. She, once the princess he held dear, was now destitute, crippled, and forced to serve as Rachel’s assistant, a woman she despised.

If only she hadn’t foolishly pursued Enrico and had focused solely on loving Bryan, would she now be the one basking in such adoration?