The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Carrie felt a chill run down her spine. It seemed that this man wasn’t just trying to scare them-he was stating a fact. What kind of background did this guy have?

Paige understood what had happened and frowned slightly, turning to Carrie. “Take Nick to the hospital. I’ll transfer you the medical expenses shortly.”

Despite the pain, Nick looked at Paige and said, “Paige, you shouldn’t be with him. He’ll only drag you down. He’s strong, and what if he hits you someday…?”

“Enough. Let’s go to the hospital first.” Carrie saw that Paige had no intention of blaming the man and quickly pulled Nick away.

Still worried about Paige, Nick grabbed the doorframe and shouted inside, “Paige, don’t be blinded by his looks! I’m only doing this for your own good…”

Carrie quickly closed the door.

The conference room fell silent once more.

Paige massaged her temples and looked at Enrico. “Nick is impulsive, but he doesn’t mean any harm.”

Enrico took off his hat and gave her a sidelong glance. “Are you really going to praise another man in front of me?”

Paige looked at him helplessly. “I meant that even if he did offend you, you didn’t have to be so harsh.”

“He called me a gigolo,” Enrico said, removing his mask.

“Ugh…” Paige choked on her own words. Nick really had no filter. If he hadn’t left quickly, she might have been tempted to hit him too.

Enrico glanced at the watch on the table and then looked at her. “Miss Clarke, how exactly have you described me to your subordinates?”

A gigolo from a club?

“I didn’t say anything. They guessed that on their own,” Paige quickly clarified. “Next time, I’ll explain it to them properly.”

She didn’t want him to get upset over something so trivial.

“And how do you plan to explain it?” Enrico’s gaze was as sharp as a hawk’s, cold and menacing.

Paige took off the men’s shirt that belonged to him from her shoulder and said, “I can’t tell them you’re Enrico, but I’ll say that you’re my…boyfriend.”

Even though they had shared the most intimate moments, she felt that their relationship was far from being that of a typical couple.

Enrico didn’t notice her hesitation and his expression softened. “That’s more like it.”

“Then let’s go home,” Paige said.

“Okay.” Enrico stood up.

“Aren’t you taking the watch?” Paige gave him a sideways glance.

“Someone else touched it. I don’t want it anymore,” Enrico replied casually.

…

Paige was about to leave when Enrico gave her another look. “It seems you’ve never bought me anything before.”

“What?” Paige looked back at him, confused.

“Your subordinate said you spent a lot of money on me.” Enrico raised an eyebrow. “But I haven’t seen any of it.”

Nick and his big mouth.

Enrico’s eyes burned into her, though his tone was light. “Show me next time.”

With that, Enrico walked past her and out of the room.

What did he mean-he wanted her to buy him gifts?

Nick really knows how to cause trouble for me.

Paige picked up the shirt and followed Enrico, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring at a painting on the wall.

It was the painting she had created, The Pyramid. Nick had hung a reproduction in the Peak Club, as the members felt that the artwork held significant meaning and could inspire their ambition.

“Where’s the original?” Enrico asked, gazing at the painting.

“Since it was part of an exam, I naturally had to submit it to the school,” Paige replied.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Paige opened it to find the principal standing there. Upon seeing her, he immediately smiled, a hint of obsequiousness in his demeanor.

Paige looked at him impassively. “What brings you to the Peak Club?”

“A letter arrived for you at the principal’s office, so I brought it over,” the principal said, handing her a golden envelope with a very solemn expression.

Paige took the envelope and, seeing the Presidential Palace’s seal on it, immediately understood the principal’s sudden change in attitude.

The principal gave a nervous chuckle. “Clarke, I’ve always admired your drive and determination. The school fully supports the Peak Club. If you meet the President, please say a few good words about the school.”

Paige didn’t reply, only giving him a faint look.

“Well then, I’ll be on my way,” the principal said before hurriedly leaving.

“What is it?” Enrico asked as he walked over.

Paige opened the invitation, her eyes lighting up instantly. A smile curved on her lips. “The President wants to meet all the members of the Peak Club.”

Enrico clearly saw the light that brightened her eyes, making her entire face radiate with excitement.

A formal invitation from the Presidential Palace could only mean good things, and Paige had been waiting a long time for this day.

As Enrico stared into her glowing eyes, he suddenly recalled the quarreling couple they had seen by the roadside and thought of The Pyramid on the wall.

As Paige drew closer to her goal, would she drift further away from him?

Paige didn’t notice Enrico’s change in mood. She was truly happy at that moment, but when she looked up and met his gaze, her smile froze. “What’s wrong?”

“Paige,” he called her name in a low voice. “Any smile that isn’t because of me makes me unhappy. I feel like I’m no longer in your eyes.”

Paige’s expression stiffened.

Enrico grasped her chin, slowly drawing closer, his gaze deep and intense. “I’m a possessive person, remember?”

Her body, her heart, her smile-all belonged to him.

“Enrico…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not implying anything else. Just a reminder, in case you forget.”

Enrico brushed a kiss on her lips, his hand gently stroking her hair. He gazed deeply at her, his lips curving into a faint, almost mocking smile.

Paige stared at him in silence.

“Let’s go home,” Enrico said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they walked out, his tone casual as if nothing had happened.

Paige couldn’t help but glance up at his profile. His expression was blank, and the sharp lines of his jaw hinted at a coldness that was difficult to decipher.

After learning about the invitation from the Presidential Palace, the members of Peak Club were ecstatic. Even though the invitation was largely due to the club’s media attention, they knew the Palace would shower them with praise, even if just for appearances.

Paige declined the principal’s offer to personally drive them to the Presidential Palace, instead suggesting the members rent a car and meet her there. She planned to head over directly.

Paige dressed simply in a plain white casual shirt, rolling up the sleeves slightly. She tied her long hair into a neat ponytail, revealing a youthful face with clear features. She didn’t like wearing too many accessories, preferring to keep things simple.

Enrico leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her. Seeing that she hadn’t gone overboard with her appearance, his gaze softened. “Ready to go?”

“Yes,” Paige nodded, picking up her handbag. She didn’t forget to remind him, “You need to rest your injury. Don’t spend too much time playing games, and have Jaden send the foundation’s affairs to Rose Estate. I’ll be back this afternoon.”

“Okay,” Enrico replied indifferently.

“I’m off, then.”

Just as Paige reached the door, Enrico’s deep voice suddenly sounded, “If you’re really worried about me, then don’t go.”

Paige turned back in surprise, meeting Enrico’s deep, piercing gaze. Seeing her turn back, Enrico added emotionlessly, “Stay at Rose Estate.”

Stay here forever.

Paige didn’t understand why he suddenly changed his mind, feeling a bit uneasy, though she didn’t show it. She merely smiled faintly. “You said you wouldn’t stop me.”

He had lost the bet and promised to let her do what she wanted.

Enrico let out a low chuckle. “I was just saying. Go ahead, I’ve been around you every day recently-I’m tired of it.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Then I’m leaving.”

With that, Paige turned and walked down the stairs.

Enrico remained where he was, staring at the now-empty doorway, the smile slowly fading from his face.

The sound of a car starting echoed from outside.

Enrico didn’t bother to look out at the activity in the courtyard. Instead, he walked over to the sofa, sat down, and turned on the oversized TV to play a game.

Outside, the sound of the car driving away grew fainter until silence returned.

“Fuck.”

Enrico licked his molars and threw the game controller aside, losing all interest.

…

The Presidential Palace was located in the quietest part of The Capital. To ensure its security, there were no tall buildings in the vicinity.

By the time Paige arrived, the members of Peak Club had already gathered and were chatting animatedly.

When Paige appeared, everyone greeted her. “Paige, you’re here.”

“Yes,” Paige nodded slightly, her eyes falling on Nick, who was usually the most eager to please.

Nick turned his face away with a cold expression, though his fingers were still somewhat flexible-Enrico hadn’t been too rough.

“Stop being so sulky,” Carrie scolded, annoyed by his behavior.

“Hmph.” Nick was unhappy that Paige treated the gigolo better than him.

Paige thought for a moment before explaining, “The man that day was my boyfriend. He has a bit of a temper and lost control for a moment, but you shouldn’t have said those things about him. You were wrong too.”

Enrico was used to being above others; he’d never been accused like that before.

“Boyfriend?” Nick suddenly turned back to face her, looking at her in disbelief.