The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

A little girl, about seven years old, was brought into the prison cell, still trembling with fear. As soon as she saw the muscular man bound to the chair, she rushed to him, crying out loud, “Daddy, Daddy… sobbing…”

The muscular man, tightly restrained, couldn’t move. But seeing his daughter’s clean face, he suddenly relaxed, tears streaming down his face. “It’s okay, Marla. Daddy’s here. Don’t cry. It’s over now, the bad people are gone.”

The little girl kept crying, wiping her father’s tears with her sleeve, and even trying to wipe away his blood.

Rafael, sitting nearby, nudged Enrico with his elbow. “Look at that, having a child is so heartwarming. Look at this girl… scared out of her mind, but she still knows to wipe her dad’s tears. That’s really sweet.”

“…” Enrico shot Rafael a look as if he were crazy, then turned his gaze back, ignoring him, waiting for the muscular man to reveal crucial information.

Paige slowly approached the muscular man. “To save your daughter without a scratch, my people were seriously injured.”

Hearing this, the muscular man froze and looked up at her, both grateful and guilty. “Thank you.”

“Speak.” Paige took a recorder from one of Rafael’s subordinates and began recording.

Rafael was speechless. What was wrong with this subordinate? He hadn’t even agreed to it, and yet they handed over the recorder. At this rate, the entire country might just end up under her control.

The little girl leaned against the muscular man, looking pitiful. The man looked at Paige, “I’ll talk, but can you really ensure our safety? You’re not just going to get rid of us, are you?”

“This is Gangnam Hall, not a criminal organization. Do you really think they harm people…” Paige trailed off, recalling her own experience there, and shifted her tone. “Besides, harming you wouldn’t benefit me in any way.”

“…” Rafael felt offended. How was he harming anyone?

The muscular man wanted to say more, but Paige frowned, her face growing cold. “My people got hurt saving your daughter, and I need to get back to check on them. Don’t waste my time.”

The little girl, Marla, timidly looked up at Paige, “Sister, you’re so pretty. Can you please not be mad at my dad?”

“…” Paige went silent.

Enrico, sitting to the side, smirked. This girl had good taste.

The muscular man seemed to realize that he was in no position to ask for more and said, “Paige… Miss Paige, since you’ve reappeared in The Capital, and since you captured Miss Rachel, my master sent me to rescue her. He also sent me to capture the Peak Club members to find you.”

As the conversation turned serious, Paige’s expression became icy, and her voice grew colder. “Who is your master?”

“Actually…” The man hesitated awkwardly before continuing, “I don’t really know who he is. I feel like he operates like a sinister force. All of us under his control have some kind of life-threatening leverage he holds over us. We’re forced to obey him.”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“…” Paige stared at him coldly.

Sensing her suspicion, the muscular man quickly added, “I swear, it’s true. I don’t know why he does these things. We’re just tools for him. We train in shooting and martial arts in the countryside, and when we’re good enough, we follow orders.”

“Have you seen what he looks like?” Paige asked, seated.

“Every time he shows up in the countryside, he wears a mask. The mask changes-sometimes it’s a Monkey King mask, sometimes a demon mask. You can’t see his face at all.”

Realizing how unhelpful this sounded, the man quickly added, “But, but I think he’s young. His voice is deep, but I saw his hands once, and…”

The man glanced over, then suddenly turned to stare at Enrico’s hands-slender, well-defined, without a single wrinkle. “They were like Mr. Gustin’s hands-long fingers, no wrinkles. Very elegant, like someone who’s lived a life of privilege. But his actions are treacherous.”

“Mr. Gustin…” The man spoke, then suddenly looked at Enrico in shock.

“What are you looking at?” Paige asked.

“I hadn’t noticed earlier, but apart from the president, Mr. Gustin is here too. Mr. Gustin disappeared three years ago, didn’t he?” The man said in surprise, looking at Enrico. “I heard from my master that Mr. Gustin…”

He hesitated.

“Speak,” Enrico said coldly.

“My master said you… you went mad. But you don’t look mad at all.”

The man had heard of Enrico’s brutal reputation, and saying this made him feel like a knife was at his throat.

Paige’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Did your master say anything else besides that about Enrico?”

“My master said it was a shame,” the man replied.

“A shame?” Paige was puzzled. She glanced at Enrico. Why would he say it was a shame?

“Yes. Three years ago, when my master saw news of the Gustin Group being managed by Jaden, he said, ‘Looks like it’s true, such a shame.'”

“You’ve been with him for three years, so tell me everything-starting from three years ago. I want to know anything related to him,” Paige said coldly.

The muscular man, still tied to the chair, began to recount obediently, “Three years ago, Miss Rachel… no, it was Rachel who exposed Miss Paige’s identity as a slum dweller. On the day of the execution, my master ordered me to take her away. Since then, Rachel has been working for him too. Following his orders, she contacted the major conglomerates and old families, revealing that Mr. Gustin had rescued you from Gangnam Hall. Soon, those conglomerates and families united to oppose the Gustin Group.”

Hearing the events from three years ago again, Paige couldn’t help but look at Enrico. His expression was indifferent, without memories or emotions attached.

From the sound of it, Rachel’s plot was personal, but everything that followed was orchestrated by the mastermind.

“Why did your master want to unite the conglomerates against Enrico?” Paige asked.

“My master never said, but I got the feeling he wanted The Capital to fall into chaos,” the man replied.

“What?” Paige was startled.

“My master seemed convinced that Mr. Gustin wouldn’t hand you over and would resist, leading to conflicts with the conglomerates. When he said The Capital was about to be thrown into chaos, he sounded especially excited, as if he had been waiting for it for a long time.”

Chaos in The Capital-what benefit could that bring him?

Unable to understand the motive, Paige continued, “And in the last three years, what else has he had you do?”

“For the last three years, my master hasn’t appeared much, but he’s had us gathering intelligence on the major conglomerates. He also pushed for the development of Artisans. Rachel doesn’t have much business sense; everything was supported by him from behind the scenes.”

The man continued, “The plans to develop the ports and banks were all his ideas. Rachel was barely holding on, but after Miss Paige appeared, Rachel’s downfall was sealed.”