The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Some people had no shelter, so she would stay up all night building huts. When someone caught a contagious disease, she stayed with them in isolation until they recovered. If someone tried to bully the weak, she would beat them until they knelt. Once wasn’t enough? Then twice. Twice wasn’t enough? Then thrice. She would keep at it until they were too scared to try again.”

As Kevin recounted the events on Wind Island, his memories drifted back to that desolate place. “She’s the most unique girl I’ve ever met. She was desperate to survive, yet she carried out her actions with complete disregard for her own life. By the time I arrived on Wind Island, the slums had already taken shape, and most of the people there revolved around her, following her orders.”

Enrico glared at him, but the hand pressing against Kevin’s throat gradually loosened.

“Mr. Gustin, do you think she achieved all this without immense effort? How much blood did she have to shed? Did she ever back down, even for a moment?” Kevin questioned.

“…”

Enrico’s body grew increasingly tense.

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Jaden and the two bodyguards standing outside the pavilion listened intently.

These details of Paige’s past were unknown to them. Paige had never spoken about it. Judging by Mr. Gustin’s expression, it seemed he had never asked either.

“I was on the brink of death, missing a leg and utterly hopeless. I didn’t want to live anymore, but Paige gave me the best food, gathered herbs to make medicine for me, and stayed up at night to ensure I didn’t take my own life.”

Kevin raised his hand and wiped his neck, noticing that it was covered in blood.

He stared at the blood, lost in his memories. “She told me that no matter how much dignity you lose, you have to keep living because only by staying alive can you regain your dignity. If you die, you die in this disgraceful state.”

“That’s when I knew Paige cared about dignity. Not just for herself, but for everyone in the slums.”

Kevin shifted his gaze from his hand to the man standing before him. “But now, all the belief that death couldn’t shake, that she held onto for so long, has been easily discarded because of you.”

“And you, Mr. Gustin, the president of the Gustin Group, are selfishly controlling her freedom, making her think it’s a form of favoritism!” Kevin stared at him. “Don’t you think you’re being ridiculous as a man?”

“Mr. Kevin, watch your words!” Jaden couldn’t hold back anymore and stepped forward. Words like these could have cost someone their life a hundred times over in front of Mr. Gustin.

But now, Enrico just stood there, expressionless, with eyes so deep that they seemed bottomless, lost in thought.

“Am I wrong?” Kevin questioned Enrico. “Do you think you saved her? You didn’t. At least if she had died in Gangnam Hall, it would have been for her beliefs, and she wouldn’t have regretted it. But now, you’re only making her die a little later beside you, as a caged bird without any dignity.”

“Shut up!” Enrico suddenly roared, his eyes bloodshot with anger, exuding a murderous aura.

“…”

Jaden was terrified.

Kevin really didn’t pick the right time to seek death. If he dies at Mr. Gustin’s hands, how would they explain it to Ms. Paige?

Kevin, evidently determined, didn’t shut up. Instead, he took a step closer to Enrico, confronting him directly.

“Enrico, I can tell you this: If you don’t let her fulfill her wish, you will never have the real Paige! Of course, maybe you don’t care about that at all!”

“Kevin!” Jaden panicked, drawing his gun and pointing it at Kevin.

How could this be blamed on Mr. Gustin? It was Kevin’s betrayal that led to all this. Later, wanting to die within the walls was also Ms. Paige’s idea, not something Mr. Gustin forced.

Enrico stood there, his grayish, eerie eyes now tinged with blood as he glared at Kevin, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

Finally, he spoke, his voice cold and harsh, “Get out.”

“Enrico, you-”

“Get out!” Enrico roared, glaring at him viciously. “What happens between me and my woman is none of your business! Get out!”

Seeing this, Jaden signaled the two bodyguards. The three of them grabbed Kevin and forcibly dragged him away.

Kevin struggled a bit, but in the end, with a gun to his head, he was forced to leave.

The sound of the waterfall was loud and chaotic.

Inside the pavilion, Enrico stood there, staring ahead, not moving for a long, long time.

…

The air in the villa was pleasant and peaceful.

Walking down the path, not a sound could be heard.

Olivia was crouching by the flowerbed, trimming the branches, when she suddenly noticed a figure approaching. Looking closely, she saw that it was Enrico.

“Young master.” Olivia quickly stood up and lowered her head.

Enrico walked past her expressionlessly, but suddenly stopped, his deep, unfathomable eyes turning toward her. “Olivia.”

His tone was flat, devoid of any emotion.

“Yes, young master.” Olivia clutched the shears in her hand, inexplicably anxious.

It’s nothing, it’s nothing. Ever since Ms. Paige appeared, the young master isn’t the same as he used to be. He’s not as ruthless anymore. It’s nothing, probably just asking about Ms. Paige.

“Am I good to Paige?” Enrico asked.

Hearing such an odd question, Olivia was a bit stunned but replied, “Of course, you treat Ms. Paige like she’s the apple of your eye. When she was in trouble, you rushed back from abroad. When she was injured, you scrutinized her medical reports more closely than your own. You even built a playground for her because you were afraid she’d get bored.”

Olivia spoke sincerely. To her, the young master was very good to Ms. Paige. They were a perfect match, a couple made in heaven.

“Then what do you think favoritism is?” Enrico asked again.

Olivia was completely confused now. She couldn’t help but look up, only to see Enrico standing there, his face almost expressionless, cold, and inscrutable.

What kind of question is this?

How could the young master ask her such a question?

“Just answer me,” Enrico said impatiently.

“Favoritism, well, the young master is quite partial to Ms. Paige.”

Olivia replied meekly, seeing Enrico frown, she quickly added, “Favoritism is probably when you like and care about everything the other person likes and cares about.”

Oh dear, she was so old, why was she being asked about these matters of the heart?

“…”

Enrico shot her a cold glance, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Olivia was left shaken.

Enrico walked toward the main building at the intersection, then suddenly took a few steps back. Two tall monuments covered in soft silk cloth stood before him, the fabric billowing in the wind, hiding what lay beneath.

Favoritism is probably when you like and care about everything the other person likes and cares about.

Then what kind of favoritism did Paige have for him?

Enrico’s eyes darkened. He suddenly took a few long strides forward, grabbed a corner of the silk cloth, and yanked it off.

The fabric floated in the air like a cloud before slowly falling to the ground.