The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Kevin had no time to worry about such details as he walked over and sat down on the nearby sofa. “Have you decided to let Paige return to the border with me?”

“What do you mean, ‘return with you to the border’?”

Enrico glared at him darkly. “She’s your lifesaver. You’re just repaying her by ensuring she survives at the border.”

“I can certainly do that!”

Kevin immediately replied, his tone rising with determination. However, he looked at Enrico with some confusion. “Why did you suddenly change your mind?”

“That’s none of your concern. Here’s the address where you’ll pick her up.” Enrico slapped a piece of paper with an address written on it onto the coffee table in front of him, then stood up from the sofa and began to leave.

Kevin was puzzled. Paige had tried every possible way to make Enrico let her go before, without success. Why the sudden change of heart now?

As if struck by a sudden thought, Enrico paused, reaching to unbutton his dark gemstone cufflinks. He rolled up his sleeves and turned back, walking over to Kevin until he stood right in front of the sofa, then suddenly leaned forward, his gaze sharp and murderous, his whole being seemingly swallowed by darkness.

Kevin instinctively shrank back, realizing too late that this reaction made him look somewhat cowardly.

As he tried to sit up straight, Enrico pressed one hand on the sofa’s armrest next to him and jabbed a finger into his chest, speaking in a low, menacing tone, “Kevin, if you dare to have any evil thoughts about Paige, I will crush the peace of your borderlands.”

A blatant threat.

Without any disguise, as if born from arrogance.

“…”

Kevin was speechless, wanting to say something, but Enrico had already straightened up and turned to leave, striding out.

Jaden followed closely behind him.

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Outside, the sky darkened as Paige stood with her arms crossed at the entrance of the building, looking toward the gate of the manor.

There were no car lights in sight.

Enrico still hadn’t answered her calls, leaving her with an uneasy feeling.

He said he’d be back to have dinner with her-where was he now?

While Paige stood waiting at the door, inside the Presidential Office, Rafael was sitting in his office, holding a video conference with representatives from a dozen financial oligarchs and old family factions.

Just as Enrico had anticipated, the oligarchs were fully aware.

“Mr. President, this video conference is extremely confidential, so we implore you to consider it from the position of the presidency.”

“Everyone knows what really happened at Gangnam Hall, whether it was a cover-up or a kidnapping. We understand your close relationship with Mr. Gustin, but if you insist on siding with him, we won’t have anything more to say.”

“Please, everyone, calm down. The President’s heart is with Country A, and his goals have always been different from the reckless Enrico’s. I trust the President will consider the greater good.”

“Indeed, Mr. President, while the Gustin Group has significant influence, if Enrico can’t hold his position, there’s always Jeremy. Though Jeremy can be ruthless, he would never be as reckless as his son.”

Rafael sat at his desk, fingers interlaced beneath his chin, listening and understanding perfectly.

These people knew he always considered the greater good, so they were trying to force him to turn against Enrico and support Jeremy’s rise. Could Jeremy really be behind all this?

Rafael might have turned on anyone else.

But this was Enrico, someone he had known since the beginning. How could he turn against him?

“Where did you get your information?” Rafael asked with a smile.

“Mr. President, are you still trying to keep us in the dark?”

“If that’s the case, there’s no need to continue this meeting. If you and Enrico are united in defending a woman hiding the slum’s secrets, where does that leave us? We’ll settle this in the news tomorrow.”

“Are you threatening me?” Rafael sneered.

“We wouldn’t dare.”

“Then if you’re determined to create chaos, so be it. But remember, Enrico isn’t the type to spare anyone. If you push him too far, don’t come crying to me when he goes on a rampage,” Rafael said coolly.

The room fell silent.

Had it not been for that consideration, they wouldn’t have needed this video conference. They wanted Rafael to side with them and use their overwhelming advantage to bring Enrico down.

Over the past year or so, Enrico’s ruthless and ferocious rise to power had made him seem like the reaper himself, and who wouldn’t be intimidated?

Seeing they had nothing to say, Rafael continued, “I don’t know where you got your information, but how did it become a matter of Enrico and me protecting a woman from the slums? Isn’t that ridiculous? The significant interests of Enrico and I align with those of everyone here.”

“But according to what we know, Enrico has fallen deeply in love with that woman from the slums and is already planning to take us down for her. Yesterday, his people were already moving against us-isn’t that true?”

Rafael burst out laughing, leaning back in his chair. “Deeply in love? Enrico? You must be joking.”

“Mr. President, how do you explain Enrico inviting that woman from the slums to dance at Jeremy and his wife’s wedding anniversary banquet? He’s never had a woman by his side before.”

An elder from one of the old families pressed on aggressively.

Rafael couldn’t stop laughing. It took him a moment to speak again, “I see most of you here are men, so you should understand how men think. A man in Enrico’s position-what kind of woman couldn’t he have? You think he’d waste time falling deeply in love?”

“…”

“And by your logic, the woman who was his companion before, the one who was some congressman’s daughter, did he also fall in love with her?”

Rafael said.

Seeing his casual attitude, the group was at a loss for words until another representative sharply asked, “Mr. President, if you’re so quick to defend Enrico, then how do you explain the fire at Gangnam Hall? Don’t tell us that woman from the slums is already dead.”

As he spoke, the man held up a photo.

The photo showed the scene at Gangnam Hall, with guns aimed at Enrico, who stood in the center holding a slim woman in his arms.

The woman was Paige.

Enrico was in a disheveled state.

Rafael’s expression darkened. Who had taken this photo?

“Mr. President, if Mr. Gustin has no feelings for that woman from the slums, then why would he go to such lengths to rescue her despite being injured?” someone asked.

“So this is what convinced you all,” Rafael sighed. “Fine, I won’t hide it anymore. Yes, Paige was taken away by Enrico.”

“…”

The group was abuzz.

Rafael continued, picking up his phone and playing a recording. Inside, Enrico’s arrogant, defiant voice could be heard-

“I’m not done playing with this woman yet. How could I let Gangnam Hall kill her?”

“Rafael, I promise you, once I’m bored with this woman, I’ll hand her over to you.”

“Give me two weeks. I’ll deliver her to you then.”