The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Malik happened to return home at that moment and overheard the conversation. He raised his voice, “Impossible. Would Enrico personally invite someone to cause trouble? He’s such a busy man; he wouldn’t waste time on such trivial matters.”

“Dad, you’re back,” Molly joyfully rushed into Malik’s arms.

“Where did he invite you to meet?” Malik asked.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“At a private estate,” Molly answered.

Upon hearing this, Malik first looked surprised, then smiled, “Men are indeed one way on the surface and another in their hearts. That day at the art museum, I thought he wasn’t interested in you, but now he’s inviting you to a private estate.”

Molly stood there, her delicate face blushing. “Dad, does inviting me to a private estate mean he’s interested in me?”

“What do you think? He might as well have asked you to a hotel.”

“Ah…” Molly’s face blushed even more. So, Enrico did find her attractive that day at the art museum. That was good news.

Now, she had to prepare even more thoroughly!

…

The sky turned ominously dark, and torrential rain poured down.

Paige leaned against the window, watching the rain batter the roses scattered throughout the courtyard. The houses in the slums were leaking here or there, and every rainfall on Wind Island seemed to claim one or two lives, whether from illness or exposure to the cold.

Rarely in her lifetime had she found such a place of shelter from the elements.

Strictly speaking, she should be grateful to Enrico. Otherwise, she would still be trapped on Wind Island.

Suddenly, the landline in the living room rang.

Olivia’s face turned pale after answering it.

“What do we do? Mr. Gustin wants us to send Miss to the private estate, and the driver will be here soon.”

“What? Why would this happen? Why suddenly send Miss there?”

Paige sat by the window, looking at them both with a sense of confusion.

Of course, she knew Enrico was going to the private estate today. In fact, she had arranged for Molly to go there too, to entice him.

Enrico would definitely strike her hard. As a result, this would lead to implicating the museum’s media collective silence incident. Then Enrico would prompt clarification, and the media would expose the scandal of buying paintings for fame… This chain of successive blows would surely tarnish Malik and Molly’s reputation.

She just hadn’t expected Enrico to suddenly take an interest in bringing her to the private estate as well. And she couldn’t fathom why the two maids looked so terrified.

“What are we going to do?” Susan looked to Paige with worry.

“What can we do? If Mr. Gustin wants us to go, we have no choice but to go…” Olivia fretted, her expression showing deep concern.

Their conversation was interrupted by a loud “bang” as the gates of the courtyard were pushed open from outside. A team of bodyguards, holding umbrellas, strode in.

Olivia and Susan hurriedly assisted Paige into the car. The two maids were visibly uneasy throughout the journey.

Paige remained perplexed. Going to the estate was not heading to the guillotine. Besides, if she went, she could witness Molly’s comeuppance firsthand. Wasn’t that a good thing?

The journey from Rose Estate to the private estate was not short. The car drove through the rain for two hours, the driver and the bodyguards seemed increasingly somber, as if they were heading to a place of great terror.

Slowly, a private resort estate gradually came into Paige’s view. The architecture was majestic, with smooth cobblestone paths lined by lush greenery, all drenched in the torrential downpour that created a misty atmosphere.

The scene before Paige was like a fairyland, exceptionally beautiful.

Paige stepped out of the car, where the bodyguards promptly opened a umbrella for her. Olivia grabbed her arm anxiously, her eyes filled with concern. “Miss, if Mr. Gustin gets angry with you or tries anything, just run.”

“Yes, run away. We’ll hold him off for you,” Susan added quickly.

Paige’s eyes showed no fear. Whatever awaited inside, she was determined to face it. She gently pushed the two maids behind her and walked towards the grand entrance.

Inside, Paige encountered a sight she hadn’t anticipated.

Several paths of white pebbles led to a circular platform, surrounded by two towering three-meter-high stone monuments. In front of these monuments, exotic flowers and plants bloomed resiliently despite the storm.

Enrico stood solemnly with a black umbrella in front of the monuments. Raindrops hammered down on his umbrella, making his tall figure appear somewhat desolate against the backdrop of the downpour.

“Whenever Mr. Gustin comes here to mourn his mother and sister, he’s always in a bad mood,” Olivia remarked with a sigh.

“Yeah, and then he takes it out on whoever happens to be around,” Susan added sadly, explaining why they were worried.

Paige’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. Those two monuments were actually graves.

Enrico wasn’t here for leisure; he was here to mourn his mother and sister.

Enrico seemed to sense something and turned to look directly at Paige, his expression unreadable through the rain.

Their eyes met through the mist and rain.

Upon seeing her, Enrico waved her over.

Paige walked towards him, making Olivia and Susan extremely nervous.

Enrico reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her out from under the bodyguards’ umbrella and into his own.

She leaned against him, her gaze falling on the photographs on the two gravestones.

Both women were stunning beauties.

“This is my mother, my sister,” Enrico said, lowering his gaze to Paige. “Do you know how to pay respects?”

He handed the umbrella to a nearby bodyguard. Then he pulled her close to his chest, taking her hands from behind and gently straightening her slender fingers.

Hand in hand, he guided her in the gesture of clasping her hands together.

Paige maintained her stunned expression, following his lead but feeling perplexed inside. Why was he asking her to pay respects to his deceased mother and sister? She had no connection to his family.

Before she could finish the thought, Enrico leaned down behind her, his voice near her ear, speaking each word deliberately.

“Besides me, you’re the only one who can pay respects to them.”

Paige’s heart raced at his words. Did this mean he hadn’t even let his father come here to pay respects, yet he allowed her to do so?

Olivia and Susan, watching nearby, were utterly shocked. Mr. Gustin wasn’t angry? He actually allowed Miss to pay respects to his mother and daughter?

This was unprecedented. They exchanged a look, realizing how special Miss must be to Mr. Gustin.

Paige stood there with vacant eyes, raindrops trickling down from her hair.

“Why are you still getting wet?” Enrico’s displeasure was evident.

One of the bodyguards who had escorted Paige in immediately kneeled, bowing his head in apology. “Boss…”

“Stay kneeling right there.”

With that command, Enrico lifted his hand to wipe the raindrops from Paige’s face. “Come, let’s go inside.”

The other bodyguard quickly held up an umbrella to shield them both, ensuring not a drop of rain touched them.

…

Inside the living room, Enrico sprawled onto a sofa, resting his head on Paige’s lap while he began scrolling through his phone.

Outside, the rain intensified, lightning and thunder cracking through the air, contrasting sharply with the silence indoors.

When she glanced up, she noticed “First Snow Maiden” hanging on the central wall. She realized now that this estate wasn’t a vacation retreat-but rather a place he used to mourn..

The realization struck Paige as she looked at the clock on the wall. It was 1:50. She had arranged for Molly to arrive at 2:00.

Though she had planned to use Enrico to teach Molly a lesson, she hadn’t intended to stage it here, amidst his family’s place of mourning…