The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Unfortunately, Enrico didn’t turn back. Instead, he walked straight ahead, tapping twice on the half-open car window, and said in an annoyed tone, “Didn’t I tell you that from now on, you’re only allowed to wear off-shoulder clothes at home?”

This damn possessiveness!

Paige helplessly pulled up her off-shoulder top, making it a normal neckline. “Is this better?”

“Just barely.”

Her neck was still so sexy it invited improper thoughts.

“…”

Rachel stood there, dumbfounded by what she just witnessed, almost unable to catch her breath.

She had thought that after risking her life to save him, Enrico would at least view her differently.

Enrico walked around to the other side and got into the passenger seat.

Paige drove off, passing by Rachel without even glancing at her, raising one hand to wave goodbye, a clear provocation.

Rachel’s breathing quickened, her face ashen.

“Miss Rachel?” Jaden, seeing her in such a state, hurriedly ordered the bodyguards beside him, “Quick, take Miss Rachel to the hospital.”

In the car, Rachel leaned against the back seat, weakly asking, “Jaden, Enrico didn’t visit me even once while I was in the hospital, did he?”

How could he be so heartless?

Jaden was a bit embarrassed, trying to find a tactful way to answer. “Miss Rachel, Mr. Gustin is very busy with work and really couldn’t find the time.”

“Is that so?”

That wasn’t it at all.

Jaden felt a bit awkward and carefully chose his words. “Miss Rachel, Mr. Gustin has been extremely busy with work, and he really couldn’t find the time.”

“Is that so?”

No, that wasn’t it.

He could care enough to notice whether Paige was wearing off-shoulder clothes, and just now, he was genuinely surprised that she was still alive.

Why was it like this?

On the day of the FS competition, she knew Carl’s plan might not work, so she had arranged for a hitman under his name as a backup.

That day, she originally wanted to check whether the hitman’s plan had succeeded, but when she arrived, she saw the assassin’s arrow aimed at Enrico.

At that moment, a strong thought surged through her mind.

She had to get close to Enrico, win his favor, and to do that, she needed to take that arrow for him.

She had to prove to him that she was better than Paige, that she loved him more than Paige did.

Unexpectedly, the arrow struck too deeply, piercing right through her chest and sending her to the ICU.

She was unconscious for days, nearly died, and he hadn’t visited her even once.

By the time she returned to The Capital from the neighboring city, the world had changed. The once prestigious Elite Club had become a place students looked down upon.

Carl was expelled, most of the other members left, and those who remained rarely returned to the Elite Club.

The walls of the Elite Club building were covered with posters of Paige’s “The Pyramid” and recruitment flyers, a cruel irony…

Although she hadn’t faced any consequences, all that was left to her was an empty shell.

The Elite Club had been replaced by Paige’s Peak Club.

The man she admired was also in Paige’s grasp.

Why?

Why did it have to be Paige?

Would she never get what she wanted unless Paige was gone?

Sitting in the car, Rachel clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. Even after sacrificing half her life, she still couldn’t surpass Paige.

Rachel bit her lip, lowering her eyes. Suddenly, she noticed a book lying next to her. She picked it up and saw it was a book from the Public Law Council.

“Jaden, whose book is this?”

Jaden glanced at it and said, “It’s Miss Paige’s.”

Rachel looked at the book in her hands, recalling the recent news about the president praising the Peak Club for its unconventional approach and boldness, which had won public favor.

Was Paige aiming to join the Public Law Council?

Fine.

Let her join, join together.

As long as she stayed close to Paige, she was confident she would find a chance to get close to Enrico and a chance to eliminate her.

…

The dinner was set in a highly private restaurant not far from the conglomerate.

Under the night sky, the pure white Western-style restaurant was nestled in a secluded forest, with twinkling lights adorning the grass outside, exuding a fairy-tale romance.

Paige and Enrico were the only guests in the entire restaurant, with no waitstaff in sight, only bodyguards attending to them.

Paige sat across from Enrico, reaching out to put on the “Flowing Star” earrings worth 80 million. Just as she finished, Enrico pushed another jewelry box in front of her. “This is the latest limited edition; it matches your earrings.”

Paige looked at the dazzling diamond necklace inside and couldn’t help but ask, “Why have you been giving me so many things lately?”

At this rate, Rose Estate would soon turn into her private collection gallery.

Enrico, sitting across from her, narrowed his eyes and said matter-of-factly, “I’m giving you things to coax you, little one.”

“But you’re giving me too much.”

“It’s still not enough,” Enrico said indifferently.

“When will it be enough?” Paige couldn’t help but ask.

Enrico’s eyes deepened as he stared into hers, his thin lips curving into a slightly wicked smile. “When I’ve coaxed you so much that you can’t even walk.”

That way, she could stay by his side forever.

Before Paige could say anything, Enrico seemed to have another thought. “Maybe it doesn’t always have to be about money.”

“Right.”

“I can coax you in bed until you can’t get up and can’t walk,” Enrico said, raising an eyebrow.

Paige quietly looked at him, pretending not to hear what he said, as the bodyguards served the steak prepared by the chef.

She picked up the knife and fork, cut into the steak, and took a bite. The tenderness melted in her mouth, and the flavor tantalized her taste buds.

As expected of a chef chosen by Enrico.

“How is it?” Enrico asked with pride. “I told you I’d let you taste the best food in the world.”

“Mmm, it tastes real good,” Paige nodded.

Enrico sat there, his gaze fixed on her steak, signaling with his eyes. Noticing this, Paige cut a piece of her steak, secured it with her fork, and brought it to his lips.

Enrico opened his thin lips and took a bite, his tongue curling as he ate. His deep gray eyes stared intensely at her, as if he wasn’t eating steak, but rather savoring her.

Paige looked at the fork in her hand, speechless.

She’s become so accustomed to feeding him that it’s now almost reflexive.

“It’s indeed quite good,” Enrico commented after tasting it. “But this isn’t the best steak. Once I’m free, I’ll take you to the snow-capped mountains of C country, where the world’s top chefs and cuisine await.”

“Are you talking about a vacation? Do you have time now?” Paige hadn’t forgotten that she had promised to accompany him on a vacation.

“When I finish my work,” Enrico replied.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

It’s not that easy for him to have complete free time.

Paige didn’t say anything more and continued cutting and eating her steak, occasionally feeding him a piece.

After the main course, the last dish served was ice cream.

The milky white ice cream was placed in a transparent glass cup, garnished with mint leaves, perfectly matching Paige’s aesthetic.

She scooped a spoonful and, as someone with a sweet tooth, was immediately captivated by the taste, her eyes reflecting her delight. “This is even better than the steak.”

Although they were entirely different types of food.

Seeing that she liked the ice cream, Enrico wasn’t surprised. “This is the signature dish of this restaurant, but it’s not available to regular customers-only the highest level VIPs can enjoy it.”

As he spoke, he gestured to the bodyguard beside him.

The bodyguard immediately stepped forward and placed an Honorary VIP card in front of Paige, implying that she could have it whenever she wanted from now on.

Paige sat there, savoring the ice cream in her cup, and looked at the card with indifference. “Even eating ice cream now depends on who you are. Their marketing is quite something.”

“The world is like that. If there were no distinctions, how could this dessert’s status be highlighted?”

Enrico pushed the ice cream cup in front of him aside without touching it, his deep, magnetic voice resonating, “Look at what you’re wearing, what you’re adorned with-aren’t they all unique? Things that others could never attain, no matter how hard they try.”

Paige’s actions slowed as she ate her ice cream. She quietly observed the man of immense wealth and power sitting before her.

“People are selfish. Instead of living like the masses, why not be the one who stands out? The thrill of being high and mighty isn’t something everyone deserves.” Enrico’s gaze was fixed on her.

But she deserved it, and he was willing to elevate her to the highest position.

Paige listened, then suddenly let out a soft laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” Enrico’s eyes darkened, showing his displeasure.

“I’m laughing because Mr. Gustin’s tactics have upgraded,” Paige said with a smile.

Enrico frowned. Was she mocking him?

“You used to imprison me to keep me from leaving; now you’ve resorted to corrupting me with money.”

Once a person gets used to living in an overly comfortable position, it becomes hard to survive if they leave.

He’s assimilating her.

Paige licked a spoonful of ice cream and calmly met Enrico’s intense gaze. “Do you really want me to be immersed in this?”