The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Back then, the sunlight was just as beautiful.

Paige paused for a moment, then continued walking up the steps.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Paige,” Carrie was the first to notice her, quickly lowering her head and calling out.

The others turned around, greeting her and preparing to climb down from the wall. Paige, with a calm expression, raised her hand, signaling them to stop.

The six of them sat back down.

Paige stepped forward, gripping the bottle of champagne, and took her usual spot from three years ago, legs dangling over the edge.

There were seven of them now, with three empty spaces in between.

The sky in the distance was a deep, pure blue, like a flawless glass bead, with tiny air bubbles inside, exuding a subtle beauty.

“The last time we sat here was three years ago,” Derrick, one of the twins, suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with bitterness.

Paige glanced at the faces sitting along the wall; a few had reddened eyes.

She remembered telling them they were allowed to cry after it was all over.

So, everyone had gathered here, without discussing it.

Paige sat on the wall, opened the bottle of champagne, and poured it out over the side, spilling half of it.

The champagne shimmered in the sunlight as it cascaded down.

The group silently watched her.

“Mira, Bobby, Rey, we accomplished what we set out to do. This drink is for you, and for the past,” Paige said quietly. Her eyes were dull, but there was a steadfast resolve in them.

She had never been one for many words. After that single sentence, she said nothing more. Gripping the bottle, she took a swig and handed it to Carrie, who was sitting beside her.

Carrie blinked, startled for a moment, before taking the bottle. She raised it toward the empty space in front of her and said, “Mira, I know what worried you most. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Paige.”

With that, Carrie took a drink and passed the bottle to Cynthia.

Cynthia’s eyes were already red beyond belief. She took the bottle, choking back tears, and muttered, “Rey, you said we’d work out and lose weight together. I knew I couldn’t count on you.”

Then, she took a drink and promptly choked on it.

“Bobby, I know you rigged the draw that night. It was supposed to be me going to River Town.”

“Brothers, nothing more to say, I’ll down it.”

“If you’ve got time, come visit. We’re not afraid of ghosts!”

One by one, they each took their drink from the champagne bottle.

Nick, sitting beside Paige, was the last to receive it. Wearing his black-rimmed glasses, he silently took the bottle, staring at it for a moment.

In the next second, Nick lifted the bottle to his lips, drinking without a word, gulping it down.

The liquid ran from his mouth, down his neck.

It was like he was trying to drown himself in champagne.

The bottle emptied quickly.

Paige sat there, watching him for a long while. Nick wiped the liquor from his lips with the back of his hand, smiled at her, and said, “Paige, I’m genuinely happy today. Really. Angie didn’t live to see the slum law abolished, but I saw it for her.”

Happy? This didn’t look like happiness.

Paige had thought the successful outcome at the finance summit would ease Nick’s pain, but she hadn’t expected…

Paige didn’t know how long it would take for him to heal from his heartbreak, and there was nothing she could do to help.

She sat there, watching them for a while before turning away, clapping her hands twice, and speaking in a commanding tone, “Alright, you’ve all done your part. The dead can’t come back, it’s time to move on.”

They couldn’t stay trapped in grief forever.

At her words, the group murmured their agreement.

“If you understand, then get back to work. Until the slum laws are officially abolished, there’s still a lot to do. We have to manage the public narrative, especially in how we deal with foreign media.”

Paige said coldly, turning to Carrie. “How’s Rachel?”

Last night, she had deliberately aimed her shot off target, but she wasn’t sure if Rachel, with her fragile health, would survive.

“She’s alive, but barely,” Carrie replied.

“Don’t try too hard to save her. Keep her on the edge. When I go to Wind Island in a few days, I’ll take her and Molly there to enjoy their time,” Paige said indifferently, revealing the fate she had planned for Molly and Rachel.

“Understood,” Carrie nodded.

“If there’s nothing else, you can all leave now,” Paige dismissed them.

“And you, Paige?” someone asked.

“I’ll stay a little longer,” Paige replied calmly.

“Alright, we’ll get back to work.”

One by one, they jumped down from the wall, walking away down the stone steps.

On the broad road, the six members of Peak Club gradually disappeared into the distance.

Paige remained sitting on the wall, quietly gazing at the distant sky. Her pale face showed no emotion.

A light breeze blew by, almost as if urging her to leave.

She chuckled softly and casually said, “I’m not leaving, I’ll stay with you a little longer.”

As her words faded-

A drop of water fell on her leg, spreading across her pants.

She reached up to wipe her eyes and realized she was crying.

Why was she crying?

Everyone dies-some sooner, some later. She had long accepted this reality… long ago.

Paige told herself that, but her figure on the wall curled up, trembling with pain.

She missed Rey;

She missed Bobby;

She missed Mira;

She missed Angie.

She missed each and every one of them, deeply.

On the wall, Paige’s body curled tighter, swaying as if she might fall at any moment.

…

In one night, Paige’s name spread throughout Country A.

Paige became a public figure and, in turn, a very busy person.

She oversaw the construction of the *Temple in Heaven* building, designed by Mira, working closely with the construction team. She held press conferences to communicate the importance of erasing prejudice from society. She threw herself into charity work, building her public image as quickly as possible, all to support the abolition of the slum laws.

With so much work, there was no time left for romance.

Paige would often finish one event only to find multiple missed calls from Enrico on her phone.

After leaving the construction site, she would remember she had to return to sign documents, meaning she had to cancel plans with Enrico.

A week later, when Paige went to the presidential palace to meet Enrico, she was feeling more than a little guilty.

That day, Paige was invited to the presidential palace-not for a casual visit, but to discuss the progress of abolishing the slum laws.

So, she took it very seriously.

“President Paige, this way, please.”

The butler, dressed in a tailcoat, stood at the door awaiting her, greeting her with great respect.

“Thank you,” Paige responded with a slight nod, following the butler inside.

The expansive presidential estate was as impressive as ever, with its grand scenery, the white cranes by the lake, and the caged white tigers, all showcasing the unparalleled authority of the presidential residence.