The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Seeing Paige like this, Kevin’s gaze deepened. This version of Paige reminded him of her old self. “What do you plan to do next?” he asked.

“I need to inform Enrico about this news first,” Paige replied calmly. “You should leave now; standing too long isn’t good for you.”

Upon hearing this, Kevin glanced down at his prosthetic leg, a fleeting smile crossing his face. It seemed that, to Paige, this person from the slums was still worth her concern, which meant her ambitions wouldn’t be so easily extinguished.

Paige didn’t dwell on Kevin’s thoughts. She turned and left.

Back at the villa, Paige called Enrico on her phone. The ringtone echoed repeatedly, but no one answered.

“…”

Paige sat there, her temples throbbing. What was Enrico doing out today?

…

The setting sun dipped in the west, and the twilight sky was as beautiful as the word itself. On a tree-lined avenue bathed in golden light, a line of black cars arrogantly blocked the road, their wheels on the centerline.

At the tail end of the motorcade, uniformed bodyguards stood in a dense formation, casting a dark shadow. Even the birds flying by quickened their pace, flapping their wings in haste.

In the back seat of the lead luxury car, two men sat side by side-one elegant, the other lazy. They were Rafael and Enrico.

The car interior was dead silent. Enrico idly toyed with a box of matches, seemingly indifferent to the passage of time.

Rafael, however, was tense, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses as he stared ahead with a heavy gaze, his breathing noticeably labored.

Controlling the situation in The Capital today could mean success tomorrow. If they failed, he might have to prepare to resign in disgrace.

“Bang.”

The car door beside them swung open, and Jaden stood there, bowing slightly toward Enrico. “Boss, the last group of people is about to be released. They’ll target the old families who still have some influence in The Capital.”

“Release them,” Enrico said, his tone calm and unhurried, as if this were a routine task.

“Understood.” Jaden straightened up and gestured behind him. The gathered bodyguards immediately got into their cars, and one by one, they sped away.

“Jaden, the three of us haven’t fought together in over a decade, have we?” Rafael leaned forward to look at Jaden, forcing a bitter smile. “Aren’t you going to try to talk him out of this? Tonight might be your last chance.”

It was *his* last chance, not *theirs*, because Rafael knew he couldn’t persuade Enrico.

Jaden glanced at Enrico, who remained indifferent, his face a bit pale, his eyes dim. He said bitterly, “I’ve rarely made choices in my life. Whatever the boss says, I do. The one time I did make a choice, I got it wrong.”

He thought he could protect the boss from losing anything, but instead, the boss came back battered and bruised on a smuggler’s boat. He didn’t know when he would be able to make up for this mistake.

Although Enrico hadn’t punished him severely, his attitude towards Jaden had grown noticeably colder, which hurt more than being killed.

Enrico listened but didn’t comment.

Rafael, seeing Jaden’s demeanor, knew he wouldn’t dare act on his own again, let alone offer advice. He sighed and said, “Then today’s operation must go flawlessly. First, place our people in the shadows. As soon as the President’s Office announces the reversal of the slum’s status tomorrow, we need to immediately control the financial powers, cutting off their communication with the outside world and catching them off guard.”

“Understood.” Jaden nodded when he saw no objection from Enrico.

Sitting in the car, Enrico’s eyes darkened as he watched a series of vehicles pass by. Suddenly, he paused in his actions, and a hint of danger flashed in his eyes. “Why are there so many cars heading towards the old families?”

The old families were called that because they had chosen to step away from the struggle for power. Moving away from The Capital was the best course of action. After leaving, why would so many cars be needed?

“After the incident with Miss Paige, the old families sent people to inquire and later left some to stay in The Capital, probably still doubting her death,” Jaden replied. It hadn’t even been two weeks, so it wasn’t surprising they hadn’t left.

Hearing this, Enrico suddenly lifted his long eyelashes, his gray eyes glowing with a dangerous light, sharp as poisoned arrows. “Something’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” Rafael looked at Enrico in surprise. Wasn’t it just that the old families hadn’t left?

Before Rafael could finish, his butler hurried over. Rafael rolled down the window, and the butler said, “Mr. President, several major financial families and the old families have just requested an urgent video conference with you.”

“So suddenly?” Rafael was stunned. He turned to Enrico. “You’re the biggest financial power in A-Country. Did they make such a move without consulting you?”

When they decided to deal with Paige, the financial powers had united and sought information at the President’s Office. Even then, they had notified Jaden first, though he was too busy handling Paige’s situation to care.

“Smack!”

Enrico slammed the matchbox onto the seat.

“…”

Rafael was startled.

“Isn’t it obvious? They didn’t even let a hint of their plans slip to me, which means they’ve already united against us,” Enrico gritted out, his expression instantly turning ominous.

“How is that possible? How could these financial powers, each with their own agenda, suddenly unite like this?” Rafael asked, finding it hard to believe.

“Maybe they already know everything. If that’s the case, they must have a strategy to counter my plans.”

In other words, his initiative had failed.

Enrico clenched his long fingers, a bloodthirsty fury rising in his eyes.

“Then you…” Rafael and Jaden were both stunned.

“What about me? What do I have to fear?” Enrico sneered. “They think they can unite and take me down, take down my woman? In their dreams.”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

No one could harm Paige under his watch.

No one.

Rafael listened to this and felt his shoulders slump in defeat. Originally, with his and Enrico’s combined forces, they might have been able to clear the slum’s name while keeping the financial powers in check, minimizing the impact on A-Country. But now, if the financial powers had a counter-strategy, Enrico would have no choice but to confront them head-on.

In the middle of this, there was nothing Rafael could do. He could only watch helplessly as the century-old conflict among the financial powers reignited in A-Country.

“You should return to the President’s Office… uh.”

Before Enrico could finish his sentence, he suddenly grabbed his head, pain exploding in his skull.

“Boss!”

Jaden quickly handed him some water. Enrico took a couple of sips and leaned back, closing his eyes to rest.

“What’s going on with you? Why is your headache acting up again?” Rafael asked, puzzled.

“Does the boss get headaches often?”