The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige walked calmly to the front of the podium, with the statue of the Lady of Justice behind her. Though slightly worn, it remained beautiful and dignified under the sunlight. The sky was clear, with layers of clouds stacking up, creating a mesmerizing scene.

In front of the dilapidated old building, the square was packed with people, with the crowd at the back standing to catch a glimpse. Countless cameras focused on the young girl standing on the stage. Her features were pure and delicate, her expression calm, yet she radiated a light that outshone everything.

Thunderous applause erupted.

“There’s no such thing as a flawless law. The only reason I want to join The Public Law Council is to use my own abilities to improve the laws of Country A.”

Paige enunciated each word clearly, concluding her speech, which elicited another wave of deafening applause. The nine members of Peak Club clapped so hard they almost bruised their hands.

From a distance, Jaden and Olivia stood by a car, watching Paige with smiles on their faces.

“I knew it, Miss would never remain just a helpless flower at Rose Estate,” Olivia said, clapping enthusiastically even though Paige couldn’t see her.

Hearing this, Jaden’s smile faded slightly, and his brow furrowed. Such a radiant Paige was indeed dazzling, but could she truly solve the problems of the slums step by step?

If not, Mr. Gustin might also be affected, suffering in the process.

Never mind.

At this point, he could only hope everything went smoothly.

Jaden joined in the applause and took out his phone to send a message to Enrico.

Just as he typed out the word “smoothly,” a soft female voice suddenly rang out, echoing through the high-end sound system and filling every corner of the square.

“I have a question.”

It was the citizen Q&A session.

Paige stood at the podium, her long lashes lifting slightly as a girl in a blue cloak slowly stood up from the crowd. Beneath the cloak, the outline of a crutch was faintly visible, and the microphone was held by a skeletal hand.

The hand slowly lifted, pulling back the hood to reveal a pale, pitiful face.

Molly.

Paige’s pupils shrank suddenly.

Shouldn’t she be in the slums?

Molly stood in the crowd, her dry lips, still crusted with blood, parting slowly. “May I ask why you chose the site of your first speech to be in front of the old Public Law Council building?”

This scene was so reminiscent of the day in the Capital University auditorium when Molly interrupted Malik’s speech.

Paige watched her coldly, and suddenly, there was a faint sound from her wrist.

She looked down and saw that the bracelet on her wrist had begun to crack, with the lines growing wider and wider…

“Is it because the law concerning the slums was finalized here a hundred years ago?” Molly asked her. “You joined the Public Law Council, you became a council member because you want to help the criminals in the slums, right?”

The audience was baffled. How did a perfectly fine speech suddenly involve the slums?

“Isn’t that Molly?” Nick’s eyes widened in shock. What was she doing here? She and Paige had always been at odds. What was she planning?

Jaden also sensed something was wrong. He looked up and saw Paige standing there, her hand lowered, making a gesture.

It meant that things had changed, and he needed to control the situation immediately.

Jaden’s expression darkened as he quickly picked up his phone and moved forward.

Molly struggled to move forward, leaning heavily on her crutch, step by step, towards the stage. Her eyes locked onto Paige as she coldly smiled, “And, your name isn’t Joss, is it?”

As soon as these words fell, countless sheets of paper suddenly rained down from the sky, like a snowfall in broad daylight.

The papers fluttered down, and someone caught one, seeing a photo printed on it that was clearly from many years ago.

The photo depicted a family portrait, with Malik and his wife sitting on a sofa, a sixteen-year-old Molly and Paige standing behind them, both looking at the camera.

Paige caught one of the papers and, upon seeing the photo, couldn’t help but sneer.

The Photoshop work was impressive, leaving no visible traces. How could she possibly be in a family portrait with the Clarkes? Family portraits had always excluded her.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Below the photo were several lines of text, each word aimed at her.

“Your name isn’t Joss, it’s Paige.”

Molly moved closer, holding the microphone and accurately repeating the words on the paper, “Twenty-one years ago, you were abandoned by your biological parents in a hospital. My parents, feeling sorry for you, took you in and raised you in the Clarkes household. But you were rebellious and unruly, and because my parents refused to give you more pocket money, you bullied your classmates and engaged in illegal activities…”

The audience was in an uproar, with everyone standing up in shock, unable to believe what they were hearing.

What was going on?

Security rushed forward, grabbing Molly and snatching the microphone from her.

But Molly’s voice still came through the speakers, each word clear, “Paige, you did so many bad things that my parents had no choice but to abandon you. You repeatedly tried to harm me but failed, leading to your mental breakdown and being sent to Wind Island, where you stayed for three years. But when you came back, you were even more wicked, fabricating evidence to destroy the Clarkes family!”

Mira stood in the crowd, covering her mouth in shock, “What does it mean to be sent to Wind Island?”

“…” Carrie’s face turned pale.

No, it couldn’t be.

Paige couldn’t be from the slums.

But… Paige… her name matched.

Paige stood there motionless, her gaze coldly fixed on Molly.

She suddenly realized that a long-planned, earth-shattering conspiracy was about to unfold before her today.

She turned her gaze to the audience, where Rachel sat, elegant and composed. When Rachel noticed Paige looking at her, she gave a faint smile.

Was it Rachel?

The security guards forcibly dragged Molly away, causing her crutch to fall. She collapsed to the ground, screaming hysterically, “Paige! Do you dare admit that you changed your name? Do you dare admit you’re from the slums? Do you dare admit that you’ve done all this to bring the filth of the slums into our country?”

Paige stood there, her eyes locked onto Rachel, their gazes meeting across the distance.

“Paige!” The members of Peak Club rushed forward, with Nick looking at Paige anxiously, “This crazy woman is maliciously disrupting your speech. You should leave; we’ll handle it.”

“Yes, Paige,” the others echoed, looking at her worriedly.

Leave?

The entire speech was being broadcast live. Public opinion could be dealt with later, but at this moment, she was already in the crosshairs of the Presidential Palace and every major financial group.

Leaving was no longer an option.

Seeing Paige being urged to leave, Molly suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, tears streaming down her face as she lay on the ground, pointing at Paige, “Paige, are you afraid to admit it? You’re a fugitive from the slums, and you’re trying to enter The Public Law Council to influence the laws of Country A! Is it to pave the way for your crimes?”