The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige raised an eyebrow, speaking with absolute confidence.

Rey and the others, however, heard a tone full of pride and self-satisfaction. They exchanged glances, clearly pleased with themselves.

“Does this mean we’ve passed Paige’s test?” someone asked.

“Test?” Paige pretended not to understand.

“You said last night that if we figured things out, we’d know how to help you. But we didn’t even know where you were. How could we tell you anything? So finding your location was the test you gave us,” Bobby said confidently.

Since the formation of Peak Club, their futures had opened up, and with it, their confidence had grown.

“You probably didn’t want anyone knowing your whereabouts, so we rode bicycles to ensure no one could track us,” Derrick and David, the twin brothers, added in unison.

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Paige smiled without saying a word.

Mira, dressed in her usual cute style, chimed in, “And I know why you thought we arrived too quickly. You probably assumed we were working individually. Nick only knew that the girl dealing with the Truette family was your associate. Carrie only knew about your dealings with the Smiths and the Grissom families. We each had our own small piece of the puzzle. But once we came together, pooled our clues, and used our different skills, finding you wasn’t that hard.”

At one point, they had hit dead ends, but once they reunited, they realized that the Peak Club’s nine members working together were far more efficient.

Paige listened to their explanations and nodded in approval. She then casually asked, “So, do you know who I am?”

Hearing this, Nick couldn’t contain his excitement and stepped forward, “Temple in Heaven… The Temple in Heaven is yours, isn’t it, Paige?”

After hours of investigation, they had discovered that a group called Temple in Heaven was behind the actions against the wealthy families.

Everyone stared at Paige, waiting for her answer.

Standing there, with the gates of the estate slowly opening behind her and a pathway lined with guards, Paige smiled. Word by word, she declared:

“Everyone, welcome to the Temple in Heaven.”

“!!”

The entire group burst into excitement, with the men especially cheering and fist-bumping. They had finally-finally-caught up to Paige.

What they couldn’t achieve three years ago, they had done now.

…

A crowd of people flooded into the new Rose Estate.

Leading them, Angie frowned slightly as she listened to the group buzzing around Paige. She knew these nine were meant to be trusted allies, but they all seemed barely out of college. She couldn’t help but wonder if Paige had misjudged their potential.

“This whole estate belongs to you, Paige? That’s so cool!” Nick, always the loudest, exclaimed.

He glanced at Angie, who was opening the door in front of them. She was dressed like a high-powered executive, hair in a neat bun, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and completely expressionless, as if she had forgotten how to smile.

Looking at her, Nick was reminded of the scent of her hair from when it brushed his face the night before. It had smelled surprisingly sweet.

Angie opened the door to a building, ushering them inside.

Nick, sticking close to Paige, whispered, “What’s her name, by the way?”

“I’ll introduce you in a moment,” Paige replied casually.

Angie led them into the building, shutting the door behind them. They followed her down a hallway into a room, where she opened a drawer and pressed something hidden inside. The floor creaked open, revealing a staircase leading down.

“Wow…” Everyone gasped, eyes wide.

“It’s like a scene from a movie, with a secret basement,” Carrie remarked.

Following Paige and Angie down the stairs, they found themselves in a winding corridor, full of secret doors, even more complex than in films.

One must always have a backup hideout; Paige couldn’t rely solely on ground-level spaces.

Mira was a bit dazed as she looked around. “Why does this place feel so familiar?”

Paige turned to glance at her with a grin. “Of course it’s familiar. I secretly had you design this underground space two years ago, Miss Architect.”

“I remember now! I got paid so much for that!” Mira squealed, grabbing Paige’s hand in excitement before her eyes welled up with tears.

“What are you doing?” Paige asked, confused by Mira’s sudden shift in emotions.

“You didn’t forget about me! Back then, I hit a creative block. I couldn’t design anything, had no income, and still had to pay my mortgage. You saved me,” Mira sobbed. “Paige, were you always watching over us?”

The group looked at Paige, all moved by Mira’s words.

“Alright, enough crying. I wasn’t watching you out of kindness-I need you all to help me,” Paige said, clearly uncomfortable with the emotional outburst as she ruffled Mira’s hair, only making her cry harder. Mira hugged her, tears flowing.

“Paige, you always talk about us paying you back, but you’ve always been the one helping us. Except for Carrie, none of us has done much for you,” Cynthia added softly, her eyes red.

“Well, now’s your chance,” Paige replied.

When they finally entered the grand meeting room, Paige’s clothes were half-soaked from Mira’s tears.

Angie switched on the lights, and a massive chandelier lit up the entire room.

What lay before them was a huge conference hall, with ceilings about six or seven meters high. Three long tables stood in the center, surrounded by countless chairs. The room was darkly decorated, with gray walls lined with bookshelves, packed with books, and a ladder to reach them.

On the wall in front of them hung a large portrait. It was of a handsome, cheerful man, but the birth and death dates at the bottom of the frame made everyone fall silent.

“Paige, who is this?” Nick asked curiously.

“Arjun. Born in the slums, died by gun execution in Country A. He was the true founder of the Temple in Heaven.”

Paige stood solemnly beneath the portrait, staring at Arjun’s face before taking a notebook from Angie’s hand.

The group instantly grew serious, Nick pushing his silver hair back as everyone took their seats on either side of the long table, just like in the old days at Peak Club.

“Three years ago, I met Arjun in prison. He was sentenced to death because, in the eyes of the law in Country A, he was an unforgivable fugitive from the slums.”

Paige stood at the table, holding up the notebook. “He left me this diary. At first, I thought it was just that-his personal diary. But then I realized it contained a puzzle, one I had taught him how to solve.”