The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“…”

“The night before heading to Wind Island, The Gustin family villa threw a grand banquet at a hotel. Your father invited all his close friends and associates, many of whom were big figures from various financial groups. Jeremiah and his family also came, saying they wanted to have a drink.”

Kevin recounted the events of that night. “That night, Jeremiah set fire to the hotel, killing many people, including himself and his entire family, all of whom perished in the flames.”

Enrico frowned. He wasn’t sure if he had known about this before his memory loss, but he certainly didn’t know it now.

Paige thought for a moment and said, “You’re suggesting that Jeremiah might still be alive.”

“Faking one’s death using fire is one of the easiest methods. Haven’t you used fire to escape twice already?” Kevin replied. “If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have thought about it while going through this file.”

“…”

“Paige, think about it. This happened over 30 years ago, which matches the timeline you mentioned. And yes, Jeremiah did kill many key figures of different families that night, both adults and children. If he were to show up in The Capital, he would be an immediate target. Even if his family could protect themselves, living in constant fear of revenge would be unbearable.”

Kevin continued, “The Capital would have to be thrown into chaos. Only when those vengeful families are no longer a threat can Jeremiah and his family reappear in peace.”

“Why do you suspect Jeremiah?” Paige asked.

“Because there’s no other force that fits your criteria. After a month of investigation, this is the only one I found.” Kevin looked at her. “Of course, this might not be the right answer. I’m just suggesting a possibility.”

Paige sat there, thinking, and then asked, “Is there anything that can support this theory?”

“I found some old reports and discovered that after the fire, a wealthy family quietly emerged in a certain area, living discreetly but in abundance,” Kevin said.

“Where?” Enrico asked from his seat.

“River Town,” Kevin replied, looking at Paige. “It’s the small town where you went to school.”

River Town was a remote, closed-off small town. The sudden appearance of an outsider family would certainly raise suspicion.

Upon hearing this, Paige’s expression became much more serious.

“What are you thinking?” Enrico asked, looking at her.

Paige pressed her lips together and said, “I looked into the gold thread on that button. The craftsmanship comes from a region near Tainan, which is close to River Town.”

In other words, the clues from Kevin matched her own findings.

Each clue alone seemed insignificant, but with two pointing to locations so close to each other, it couldn’t be a coincidence.

“So, it’s very likely that Jeremiah’s base is in River Town,” Kevin said, looking directly at Paige. “You and your enemy almost crossed paths.”

Thankfully, back then she had only gone there to study medicine and spent most of her time in the library. Otherwise, if Jeremiah’s forces had discovered she was still alive, she would have been doomed.

Paige quickly made a decision. “If we didn’t meet before, we’ll meet now.”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Kevin looked at her. “So, you’re planning to go to River Town?”

“If Jeremiah’s base is there, I’ll just take it down,” Paige said without hesitation.

“When will you go?”

Kevin knew she wouldn’t rest until she dealt with the force that had been targeting her.

“Tomorrow. I have something else to do today.”

With that, Paige pulled Enrico to his feet. Enrico looked at her, puzzled. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to do a DNA test,” Paige said with a serious face.

“…”

Kevin, who had been casually sipping water, nearly choked, spraying it everywhere. He looked up to see Enrico staring at Paige in disbelief, and then it hit him-

“Right, Paige’s biological parents could very well be part of this force. Whether they’re underlings or leaders, they’re still in that group. If Paige is Jeremiah’s daughter, then you two are cousins.” Kevin sounded amused.

Enrico’s face darkened, and he threw the tablet across the room.

…

Dr. Clinton, who had been relaxing and playing games, was suddenly called up to perform a DNA test.

Since Enrico’s recovery and Paige’s survival were top-secret, Dr. Clinton handled everything himself, ensuring no one else was around.

Clinton donned his white coat and gloves and walked into the well-lit blood collection room. “Mr. Gustin, who’s here for a DNA test? I don’t see anyone…”

“…”

Both Enrico and Paige simultaneously rolled up their sleeves and looked at him with expressionless faces.

“…”

Dr. Clinton was immediately stunned.

“…”

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The silence stretched awkwardly, and the atmosphere grew tense.

What kind of couple goes for a DNA test for fun? Are they out of their minds?

Dr. Clinton wanted to complain but held his tongue in front of these two powerful figures. Taking a deep breath, he maintained his professional demeanor, drew their blood, and quietly asked, “When do you need the report by…?”

“Now,” Enrico said coldly, his face as dark as ever.

“Yes, Mr. Gustin.” Dr. Clinton wouldn’t dare defy him. He grabbed the two vials of blood and rushed into the next room to begin the analysis.

“Have a seat. It won’t be quick,” Paige said, pressing a cotton ball to her arm and sitting down.

Even her smile had faded.

Enrico sat beside her, staring straight at her face.

Now that he had processed the situation, he felt terrible. He hadn’t even gotten close to her yet, and now he was being told they might be cousins?

He was ready to explode!

Time passed slowly, and the blood collection room remained deathly quiet, the silence oppressive.

Though the blood had long clotted, Paige still held the cotton ball in place, her mind blank. She had no idea what Dr. Clinton’s results would reveal.

“Are you scared?” Enrico asked.

Paige sat there, not seeming to hear him. She remained silent for a long time before finally turning to him and saying, “I don’t want to be your sister.”

This situation was beyond her control.

“What are you afraid of?” Enrico stared at her, his lips parting as he spoke clearly, “Someone like me shouldn’t have kids anyway. What are you afraid of?”

Was he saying that… even if they were cousins, he wouldn’t care?

It was shocking.

Paige looked at him, stunned, unsure of what to say.

“If we are cousins, will you stop talking to me?” Enrico pressed, his gaze almost aggressive.

“I…” Paige couldn’t find the words.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Dr. Clinton walked in with a stack of papers. Paige held her breath as he stepped closer, each of his footsteps seeming overly loud.

“Mr. Gustin, Miss Paige, the DNA comparison shows a similarity of…”

Before Dr. Clinton could finish, Enrico interrupted, “Just tell us the result.”

“…”

“Alright.”

Dr. Clinton glanced up at the two of them. “There is no blood relation between you.”

So why in the world did they come here for a DNA test? For fun?