The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Three years later, the design of Gangnam Hall had been significantly upgraded.

Upon entering, the pure white, blindingly bright prison cell contained a heavily scarred, muscular man, bound to a steel chair. Unlike ordinary chairs, this one had a tilt, forcing him to stand on his toes, with his legs tightly bound and his hips unable to touch the seat. He was stuck between standing and sitting-an agonizing position.

Despite his robust physique, the man was trembling all over, his eyes vacant, staring blankly ahead. His upper body was bare, covered in wounds, making the sight harrowing.

“He’s not as…”

Rafael began, intending to compare the man to Paige, but stopped himself in consideration of Enrico’s presence. Instead, he said, “We gave him TP1314, and it worked. After just one pill, the pain made him bite his tongue until it bled, but once the pain was eased, he refused to talk.”

Though not as strong as Paige had been, his situation was still problematic.

“Let me try.” Paige released Enrico’s arm, rolled up her sleeves slightly, and dragged a chair over to sit in front of the muscle-bound man.

“Let’s sit down too,” Rafael said to Enrico, guiding him to a seat beside him.

Enrico kept his eyes fixed on Paige.

Rafael observed Enrico closely, then whispered, “You seem much better.”

The boyish air around him had significantly diminished.

“Are you sure you’ve never done anything to her?” Enrico’s gaze suddenly sharpened as he turned to Rafael, his eyes piercing.

“…”

What improvement? He was far more assertive than before.

Caught off guard by Enrico’s perceptiveness, Rafael changed the subject. “Listen, let’s just listen.”

The muscle-bound man, covered in injuries and restrained to the steel chair, shuddered violently when he saw Paige. His once-vacant eyes filled with fear. “Kill me, just kill me now… please.”

“What are you trying to hold out for?” Paige asked coldly. “Your master, whoever he is, surely knows that Gangnam Hall is impenetrable, and he also knows what kind of methods we use here. So, I bet in his eyes, you’ve already betrayed him.”

At her words, the man became visibly agitated, his eyes bloodshot with rage, as though he would tear her apart. The veins on his face bulged, and his wounds began to bleed again.

“Impossible! Impossible!” he screamed.

“You really do act like a loyal dead man.” Paige studied him calmly. “I wonder how your master trained you. Did he treat you like a brother? Do you have a life-and-death bond? Or did he feed you poison? Or maybe… he’s holding someone close to you hostage?”

Despite his fierce outburst, a brief flicker of emotion betrayed him, confirming her suspicion.

“So, someone close to you is in his grasp, huh? Family? Parents? Wife? Children?” Paige pressed further.

“Stop asking!” the man shouted, his voice filled with fury.

She’s a devil, he thought. She seems to know everything.

“We didn’t find any family in his records,” Rafael murmured, confused.

“These people always forge fake identities. When Enrico created mine, it was as if I’d been born and raised in A country,” Paige said with confidence, now certain the man had family and children.

Enrico looked at her with admiration.

Rafael couldn’t help but be impressed as well. Turning to his men, he said, “See how she broke him down in just a few minutes? You should be learning from her…”

All of them stood in awe, staring at Paige with respect. Rafael was speechless. He almost forgot that some of these men had been the ones interrogating Paige years ago, relieved when she eventually escaped.

This woman-she could command anyone, anywhere.

Devil, Rafael silently added.

Paige hadn’t expected to hit on the man’s weakest point so quickly. She smiled slightly. “So, it’s a child, isn’t it? How old? Children are adorable, aren’t they? You hold them in your arms when they’re tiny, then watch them grow little by little. Their features become clearer. They eat more, laugh more, and their little hands will tug at you to pick them up. Then, before you know it, they’re walking, running…”

The man sat there, glaring at her with rage. His eyes turned bloodshot, trembling uncontrollably.

Paige’s tone suddenly shifted as she sighed, “Too bad, you betrayed your master. That sweet, innocent child of yours will be killed.”

“Impossible! Impossible!” the man howled, his voice cracking, his mouth full of blood.

Paige’s gaze turned icy. “If I were you, I’d cooperate as fast as possible. It’s the only way to save your child.”

“You…”

“Save your strength and listen,” she said coolly. “To your master, you’re a traitor. Even if I let you go, do you really think he’ll show you or your child any mercy? As for me, I want to know about your master. To make you talk, I’ll go to any lengths necessary to save your child.”

The man was panting heavily, glaring at her without words.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“You know I’m right, don’t you?” Paige continued. “You can think it over, but every second you waste could be costing your child’s life. You’ve been here a day and a night already. What do you think has happened to your child by now?”

At these words, the man trembled even more violently. Finally, his head hung low as he muttered, “Alright, Paige, I’ve seen what you’re capable of. But don’t waste your time. I won’t talk. The moment you leave here, my master will know I’ve betrayed him, and my daughter will be dead.”

Master.

The mastermind behind Rachel was a man.

“A man who holds family members hostage to control his men-do you really think he’ll treat your daughter well?” Paige asked coldly. “And how do you know I can’t save your daughter?”

At this, the man jerked his head up, his breathing heavy, eyes locked on hers, visibly torn.

He knew his master’s power.

But he had also seen Paige’s abilities.

“Rather than gamble on your master’s mercy, why not let me take that chance?” Paige raised an eyebrow.

“Would you really go to any lengths to save my daughter?” the man asked, still doubtful but desperate.

“The man behind this has been scheming against me and Enrico for three years. If he still thinks he can come for me now, he’s mistaken. I have every reason to bring him down, and the determination to do it is just as strong as my will to save your daughter.”

The man stared at her, wrestling with his decision.

But just as Paige had said, every second of hesitation put his daughter in more danger. Finally, he gave her an address.

With the information in hand, Paige stood and left immediately.

Five hours later, Angie returned with the child, though three of her men were seriously injured and ten others lightly wounded in the process. Even Angie herself had been hurt.