The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Susan shook her head. “No, no, no, It is great.”

“We need to get out of here first.”

Jumping down from the wooden crate, Paige glanced between the two remaining kidnappers. Finally, she pulled out the knife from the thin kidnapper’s shoulder, pressing him to move outside. “Let’s go.”

The thin kidnapper was in so much pain he almost passed out, trembling as Paige prodded him with the gun to move forward.

“You two, follow behind me,” Paige instructed the maids, pushing the thin kidnapper ahead with her gun.

Outside, over a dozen guns were aimed at her in the narrow corridor. The leader of the kidnappers stood there in a sharp outfit, his face obscured by a hood, only his eyes visible, showing some admiration. “Impressive, Miss.”

“We’re leaving,” Paige said tersely.

“What about Molly?” the leader of the kidnappers asked.

“She’s none of my concern. Whether you kill or keep her, that’s your choice. We won’t breathe a word when we leave, you can trust me on that,” Paige replied coldly.

“When we captured you, you were with Molly. How do I know you have nothing to do with her? You won’t do anything once you’re out?” The leader seemed impatient.

Paige listened, growing impatient. “So you want to fight?” With that, she pushed the two maids back.

Just then, a panicked kidnapper rushed up the stairs. “Boss, boss, Enrico said our demands can be met, but he wants to come and see if the hostage is okay.”

“What?” The leader looked shocked. “Looks like we’ve really got the right person this time. I thought we’d have to send at least two of Molly’s fingers to make an impact.”

Paige was surprised to hear this.

“Yeah, no kidding,” another kidnapper chimed in happily. “Someone once kidnapped Enrico’s half-brother, and he didn’t even bother to respond after losing a couple of fingers. We thought he was cold-blooded and ruthless, turns out they just got the wrong guy.”

“Now that Enrico has a weakness, half the job is done. Give him this address, only allow him to bring one person in,” the leader instructed, then turned to Paige. “Miss, I’m almost done with this. So, wait a bit while I finish this deal, then you can go, deal?”

He didn’t want them to become a variable in this kidnapping case. If she insisted on leaving now, it might make him think she had some ulterior motive. Thinking this through, Paige nodded faintly. “Okay.”

With a gun in hand, she could carve a path out with blood.

“Good !” The leader admired. He pointed at the two men. “You two, accompany this lady. Don’t hurt her.”

The leader of the kidnappers hastily left, preparing to make arrangements and ‘welcome’ Enrico. Paige held the gun, escorting the two maids back to the room they had just left.

In a low voice, Olivia whispered to Paige, “Mr. Gustin is so unreasonable, he actually came running to the kidnappers’ den for her.”

“Shh,” Paige glanced at them. If the kidnappers overheard, they might consider them as bargaining chips. Escaping wouldn’t be so easy then, and Enrico wouldn’t come to save her; he was only coming for Molly.

“You’re quite something, taking down even the national kickboxing champion,” a masked kidnapper beside them said, eyes filled with admiration. “How did you manage that?”

“You’d find out if you sparred with me,” Paige leaned against the bloodied crate, giving him a brief look.

“No, no thanks. ” the kidnapper hastily waved his hand. “I just want to learn some from you.”

Hearing this, Paige turned her head. “If you want to learn, fine. Later, let me see how your boss negotiates.”

“Why are you so interesting about that?” the kidnapper wondered.

“I’ve only seen Enrico in the news. I just want to see him in person.” Paige improvised an excuse.

The reason convinced the kidnapper; after all, Enrico was indeed a rare sight, and he also wanted to take a look. “Alright, as long as you don’t cause trouble, I’ll sneak you a peek upstairs later.”

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As time passed, she casually instructed the kidnapper on a few fighting tips. Outside, the roaring sound of a speeding car echoed.

Just from the noise, it was clear the car’s owner was in a hurry.

Paige walked to the window and glanced out. A dark gray supercar arrogantly spun around in place, leaving curved tire marks on the ground. It was just a supercar, dare to enter a den full of kidnappers and guns. So bold, so reckless, all for Molly. Once again, Paige felt she had miscalculated.

“Damn, a Pagani. A luxury car that money can’t always buy,” the kidnapper leaned over, marveling at the sight.

Paige glanced down and saw the kidnappers rushing out, guns aimed at the running car.

The gullwing doors slowly opened, and Enrico and Jaden stepped out of the car. Though only two people, their appearance caused the nearby kidnappers to tense up to the extreme.

“Hands up, and frisk them,” one of the kidnappers ordered.

Upon hearing this, Enrico looked disdainfully at them. “Frisk me? Are you even worthy?”

“You…” The kidnapper glanced back at their leader, who took out a scanning device and tossed it to his subordinate.

The subordinate scanned around Enrico and Jaden, finding no dangerous items.

“Mr. Gustin, please come inside,” the leader of the kidnappers politely gestured, more like a host than a captor.

Enrico calmly put his hand in his pocket, lifted his foot, and walked in as if he were visiting rather than entering a kidnappers’ den.

Paige followed the kidnapper guarding her, sneaking out and hiding behind a pillar in the corridor.

Her view was excellent.

In the downstairs hall, kidnappers with guns were positioned in every corner. The second and third floors were also filled with kidnappers. At the slightest movement, bullets could immediately turn Enrico and Jaden into swiss cheese.

In the hall, there was an extra-long table. Enrico sat down in one of the chairs.

Before long, footsteps approached.

A man around sixty walked down the stairs, impeccably dressed in a suit.

“I never imagined Enrico, who rules the business world, would be a hopeless romantic. If I had known earlier, I would have acted sooner,” he laughed loudly as he sat down opposite Enrico.

Paige glanced and recognized the man as Mr. Taylor, the head of a certain financial conglomerate, whomwas suppressed by Enrico and almost went bankrupt.

It seemed he was the mastermind behind this kidnapping.

Enrico crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, and coolly eyed him. “Old man, you’re going to die and still playing such an exhilarating game like kidnapping?”

Mr. Taylor was furious. “Even at this point, are you going to continue your arrogance? Your woman is in my hands.”

“If you harm her, I’ll tear you apart, piece by piece.”

“You-” Mr. Taylor was so enraged, slamming his hand hard on the table. “Enrico, I won’t waste words with you. Since you’re here, it means you want to negotiate with me. I want you to hand over half of the aviation and shipping in Country A to me.”

Currently, all aviation and shipping in Country A are under Enrico’s control. With these in his hands, Enrico is rolling in money and couldn’t care less about anyone else’s life or death.

As he finished speaking, a kidnapper handed over a pen and a document, placing them directly in front of Enrico, waiting for his signature.

Enrico glanced at the document without any change in expression.

“Mr. Taylor, you’ve got some nerve. Straight to aviation and shipping. Do you really think you can handle that?” Jaden said coldly.

Paige stood upstairs watching, curious whether Enrico would compromise for Molly.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Mr. Taylor taunted, looking at Enrico. “You should be more concerned about the delicate beauty. The people I hire are used to being rough, and if they accidentally hurt your girl-”

Enrico cut him off. “Bring her out.”

Mr. Taylor looked at the kidnappers beside him.

Soon, two kidnappers dragged Molly down the stairs.

Molly’s hands were tied behind her back, her dress disheveled, her hair a mess. She was so scared she could barely walk, entirely dragged down by the two kidnappers.

“Mr. Gustin, see? Your girl’s safe and sound, right?” Mr. Taylor smiled.