The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

She had long known that her path wouldn’t be easy, so she had prepared this final move?

She hadn’t even counted her own life in the equation?

“When I decided to rebuild the slums, I didn’t need a way out,” Paige said calmly.

“And what about Mr. Gustin?” Jaden looked at her. “You know how much Mr. Gustin cares about you. If you die, he’ll… Can’t you think of him for once?”

Why choose the slums?

Feelings? She no longer had the luxury to care.

When she didn’t respond, Jaden couldn’t help but add, “You know how sensitive Mr. Gustin is to stress.”

Hearing this, Paige tilted her head slightly, her hair a bit disheveled. She blinked her eyes, and after a moment, she looked at Jaden. “Is my life really that important to him?”

He didn’t break down when his most beloved sister passed away; why would he suffer because of her?

“…”

“Keep him abroad until I die.” Her voice faltered slightly.

“Miss…”

“Jaden, don’t be foolish. I won’t change my mind,” Paige said, her hand slowly clenching on her knee. “Just make sure he doesn’t come back.”

“…”

Deep down, Jaden knew he couldn’t persuade her. If even Mr. Gustin couldn’t, how could he?

Jaden clutched the bars of the cage, looking at her, unsure of what to say, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions-admiration for her persistence and sorrow for her resolve.

He knew she was doing this for Mr. Gustin’s sake.

When Rafael returned and saw the scene, he knew Jaden hadn’t succeeded in convincing her. He sighed, stepping forward to pat Jaden’s shoulder. “Jaden, have you thought it through?”

There was no room left for compromise now.

At this point, maintaining the balance of all interests was the most important.

Jaden crouched there, his eyes red. After a long time, he slowly released his grip on the bars, stepped back two paces, and then knelt heavily before Paige, his knee hitting the ground with a thud.

His lips trembled involuntarily, and when he spoke, his voice was rough and dry. “Miss, I’m sorry.”

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This kneel represented his decision to abandon her on behalf of Enrico and the Gustin Group.

Paige sat on the cold ground, leaning against the bars. Because she had spoken so much, the hastily bandaged wound on her right shoulder was bleeding again, staining her clothes with darkening blood.

She pulled a weak smile, not looking at Jaden, and simply said, “You can go.”

Everything had been said; there was no reason for him to stay.

“…”

Jaden looked at her pale profile, the few stray hairs sticking to her forehead, and his eyes reddened further.

He stood up, turning to Rafael. “President, agree to her terms. You don’t really have a choice.”

Rafael frowned, glancing at Paige. “I should at least test her resolve. Giving up so easily isn’t my style.”

What if Paige couldn’t withstand Gangnam Hall’s methods and decided to talk?

Jaden felt a surge of anger and almost struck Rafael. His voice became forceful. “How long do you plan on tormenting her?”

Rafael didn’t want Paige to know his limits, so he simply replied, “Jaden, I know what I’m doing.”

“Mr. Gustin will come back eventually,” Jaden warned, his eyes still red.

When Mr. Gustin returned, none of them would be able to escape unscathed.

“I know what to do.” Rafael gave him a serious look, promising, “If you can’t bear to watch, then don’t.”

“…”

Jaden glanced between Rafael and Paige, his gaze lingering on her wounded shoulder. His hand clenched into a fist before he finally turned and left.

Rafael walked to the front of the cage, looking down at Paige, who was still seated on the ground. He asked, “Joss-no, I should call you Paige. Is there a reason behind that name?”

Paige looked down at the electronic bracelet on her wrist, a mocking smile forming. “Paige, as in someone who sleeps eternally.”

That’s all there is to it.

Rafael’s eyes narrowed, pausing for a moment before asking, “Why must a girl be so strong? I genuinely had high hopes for you at the beginning… But never mind. Do you really have nothing to say?”

Paige reached out to crack her knuckles, preparing herself.

She knew a new wave of torture was coming.

Nearby, a uniformed man approached with a cup of water.

Beside the cup was a small glass vial, only as tall as a thumb, containing a flat, white pill.

Rafael watched her, hesitating for a few seconds before taking the vial. He said, “Gangnam Hall doesn’t only have guns and vicious dogs for torture. Have you heard of TP1314? It’s a specialized interrogation drug developed for tough cases. Just one pill can make life worse than death, and in higher doses, it can induce a hundred types of agony, making you experience the brink of death over and over.”

TP… 1314?

Paige looked up at the vial in his hand, the pill inside looking rather ordinary. She even managed a smile. “The name sounds quite romantic.”

Rafael frowned. “At Gangnam Hall, whether it’s foreign spies or revolutionaries, no one can withstand this drug. Honestly, I admire you; I really don’t want to use it on you.”

Paige sat there, still smiling at him, but she gave no response.

Her silence was the most stubborn response.

“I don’t understand you. Logically, with Enrico doting on you, you wouldn’t have any worries for the rest of your life. Why would you choose this path?” Rafael was genuinely puzzled.

“Have you ever been to Wind Island?” Paige asked.

“…”

Of course, he hadn’t.

Paige grasped the bars and slowly stood up, revealing a pale smile. “On Wind Island, there’s a tree. I don’t know what kind it is, but it blooms all year round, unaffected by wind, rain, or insects. Even when its leaves wither, it still blooms. I think it’s beautiful.”

That tree, in her eyes, was the life tree of Wind Island.

“Is there really such a tree?”

Rafael was a bit skeptical.

What kind of tree could have such resilience, blooming day after day despite all the harsh conditions?

“See for yourself someday, and you’ll know.” Paige stood up.

Rafael looked at her, feeling a pang of discomfort. After a moment, he handed the vial into the cage.

Paige took it without hesitation, tipping the pill into her mouth without a second thought.

Rafael felt uneasy, handing her the water. Paige didn’t refuse, taking it and drinking it all down.

The cold water flowing into her stomach felt surprisingly soothing.

“Tie her up, to prevent any attempts at self-harm,” Rafael ordered.

When someone is in extreme pain, they’re likely to attempt suicide to end it all.

At his command, the steel bars of the cage lifted from the ground and retracted into the ceiling.

Two uniformed men stepped forward to unlock the shackles on Paige’s hands and feet. To prevent her from having any improper thoughts, several guns were pointed at her the entire time.