The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige stared at the sugar jar beside her, her gaze resolute and clear.

She had always known what she wanted, so all she could do was provide what she could not-her presence-and let others give him what she couldn’t.

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Each taking what they needed.

That was fine.

…

The call from the Public Law Council came neither early nor late, precisely at the hottest time of the summer.

Paige drove to the Public Law Council, located to the north of The Capital.

She parked in front of the building and gazed quietly at the structure, which reflected a glaring light under the blazing sun. Occasionally, a few people in work uniforms with Public Law Council badges passed by the open space in front.

In front of the building’s steps stood a six-meter-tall statue of a goddess. The goddess had a strikingly beautiful face, holding a scale representing justice in one hand and a sword representing power in the other.

Paige stared at it.

This was the Public Law Council.

Her final step, and she had finally arrived.

Paige’s expression grew especially somber. After a moment, she opened the car door and got out, hit by a wave of heat that wasn’t particularly pleasant.

“Joss,” a voice with a hint of amusement called out.

Rachel, dressed in a long gown, walked toward her with slow steps. Her light makeup couldn’t fully conceal the fatigue and illness in her eyes.

A bodyguard followed her, holding an umbrella for her.

“We meet again,” Rachel said, standing in front of Paige with a smile. “I’m here for the exam too. The school recommended me to try it out since you’re here.”

Paige looked at her with a smirk, “Quite a feat, coming here with your illness just to be with me. Aren’t you afraid of dying young?”

Rachel’s smile faltered as she suppressed her inner anger. “Joss, we had some unpleasantness at school before, but it was minor. What you’ve achieved with Peak Club in such a short time is my goal. I thought it would be a mistake not to follow you.”

Rachel had a knack for trivializing past conflicts and acting like she wanted to be friends again.

Paige admired her skill and raised an eyebrow. “So you’re following me to learn from me. I thought you were trying to get close to Enrico through me.”

Rachel frowned at the remark. “Joss, don’t say such things. He’s my brother. My feelings for him are purely familial.”

Having emerged from the ICU, she had regrouped and was determined not to lose again.

“Oh, is that so?” Paige said lazily, not particularly concerned.

Rachel hated Paige’s nonchalant yet perceptive demeanor, but she showed no sign of it on her face. Instead, she turned her attention to a red sports car nearby and tried to change the subject. “Isn’t that the AI-customized sports car? Enrico is really good to you. I wanted to borrow it once, but he wouldn’t let me.”

“Oh, then I won’t let you either, because I don’t want to,” Paige said and walked away.

Rachel stood there, her face turning white with anger as she almost started coughing again.

Paige…

I will make you pay a heavy price eventually.

Paige walked past the goddess statue, climbed the steps, and entered the triangular building, following the directions to the written test room.

The test room had only six or seven individual desks, with a few older men and women already seated, all looking confident. Only two spots were left.

For her and Rachel.

Paige sat at her designated spot. Rachel arrived a bit late, walking very slowly, likely because her injury hadn’t fully healed.

As soon as the time arrived, without much preamble, the test papers were handed out.

Besides covering a wide range of legal texts, there were also assessments related to current affairs, such as the real estate and big data trends.

No electronic tools were allowed; everything had to be handwritten.

Paige picked up her pen and began writing fluently on the test paper. The only sounds in the room were the continuous scratching of pens, occasionally interrupted by Rachel’s coughs.

Paige had expected Rachel to make some move, but this time she did nothing at all.

It seemed Rachel had grown.

Outside the window, cicadas chirped incessantly, enhancing the summer’s heat.

After the written test, the interviews began immediately.

Paige, dressed in a casual white shirt and black pants that showcased her long, slender legs, stood before the interviewers. With her hands behind her back, she answered each question with calm composure.

“You’re the first person I’ve met who can recite all the legal texts by heart,” one middle-aged female interviewer said incredulously. “No wonder even the president praises you so much. The Public Law Council needs someone like you.”

She was hired on the spot.

Paige liked this pace. She nodded to the interviewers and followed the staff to a waiting lounge.

In the lounge, Rachel and the other test-takers were present. They were older and appeared very relaxed, chatting about international conflicts and seeming to have gained some benefit from it.

Paige sat quietly, memorizing their faces.

After a while, she recognized some of them from news articles she had read before.

Some were from conglomerate families, and others had close ties with major conglomerates. Even though they were just interns today, they were all people with significant backgrounds.

No wonder Enrico said she would be swallowed by the Public Law Council. The web was so tightly woven, there was hardly any space for her to break through.

However.

No matter how tight the net, she had to break through it.

She pursed her lips as a shadow flickered beside her.

Rachel smiled and sat next to her. “With our level, we’ll probably only get the most basic clerk positions, helping with printing and delivering documents.”

“…”

Paige had no interest in idle chat, but Rachel continued to sit next to her, smiling serenely.

Soon, a staff member came over to distribute the preference forms.

The Public Law Council had 100 seats divided into regional and functional positions. The real big shots were those in the functional seats.

The choices given to them were merely vacant clerk positions under the functional seats. As Rachel had guessed, young interns like them wouldn’t get high positions.

Paige didn’t mind; she just wanted to get in first.

She picked up the form, casually marking three options: Technology, Entertainment, and Law.

She filled in her reasons, and the Public Law Council would assign her to a final position based on her preferences.

Rachel sat beside her, glancing at her selections, and then marked the same three options.

Next, Paige saw Rachel stand up and approach the staff with a warm smile. “Excuse me, could you help me? I’d like to be placed in the same department as Joss.”

With a very kind and sincere face, and being quite pretty, the male staff member looked at her intently, then came to his senses and smiled awkwardly. “Is there any special reason?”

Rachel coughed a couple of times. “Joss and I are good friends. My health is not very good, and being with her would mean she can take care of me. Of course, if it’s not possible, that’s fine.”

“Oh.” The staff member believed her. “Alright, I’ll make a note, but I can’t guarantee that you’ll be placed together.”

“Thank you.”

Rachel thanked him sincerely, giving a respectful nod.

“You’re welcome.” The staff member couldn’t help but glance at them a few more times before collecting the preference forms.

Now they just had to wait for the notification and come back to start working.

Paige stood up and walked out, with Rachel following her and smiling. “I hope we’re placed together. Joss, let’s put our past grievances behind us and be friends again.”

Paige turned to look at her. “You make it sound like we were friends before.”

Rachel’s smile stiffened.

The bodyguard waiting nearby stepped forward and held up an umbrella for her.

Paige continued walking, with Rachel still by her side. To outsiders, their relationship seemed quite good.

As they neared a dense patch of shade, Rachel seemed to belatedly notice and turned to her bodyguard. “It’s too sunny. Stop holding the umbrella for me and give it to Miss Lautner.”

Paige ignored her and scoffed, continuing forward. The bodyguard followed orders and held the umbrella for her.

The shadow of the umbrella moved closer, only to be pushed aside by another shadow.

The shadow cast on the ground was chilling.

Paige looked up in surprise and saw a sharply defined, menacing face.

His gaze fell on her face. “Do you think my woman need your attentions?”