The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Nick was bewildered as two men, with gentle attitudes, helped him off the sofa, patting his clothes and smoothing out the wrinkles.

“Who are you?” Nick looked dazedly at the woman.

The woman did not look at him; instead, she placed two documents in front of Bryce. “Young Master Bryce, this is a gift from my master for your father.”

“Who are you? Let me go!” Bryce yelled, and the men holding him actually released him.

He opened the documents, flipping through a few pages. “Isn’t this a detailed asset report of the Jarnigan family? What are you showing me this for?”

The Jarnigan family was once a leading conglomerate in Country A, but recent revelations of economic scandals, internal conflicts, and ruthless divisions among financial tycoons had caused its complete downfall.

Recently, when the Jarnigan family left The Capital, they didn’t even have a decent car-what a disaster. He found the asset report in his hand to be unlucky.

The woman, upon hearing this, looked slightly surprised. “Oh, I made a mistake. This is a gift for the Jarnigan family’s president. The document meant for the Truette family is this one.”

She then stepped forward and took the document from Bryce’s hand.

“…”

Bryce was confused about her identity, and as he flipped through the document, he was stunned.

This document contained detailed asset information of the Truette family-truly detailed, with specifics he was unfamiliar with, all listed.

Just as he was about to burst into anger, a sudden realization struck him. When the Jarnigan family collapsed, his father had said that the Jarnigan family must have been schemed against; otherwise, it wouldn’t have fallen so quickly. The scheme must have been severe and from a powerful force.

Now, this woman said that the first document was a gift to the Jarnigan family, and right after it was given, the Jarnigan family collapsed.

So the document meant for the Truette family…This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Bryce’s face turned pale as he looked at the woman in horror. “Who… who is your master?”

He wasn’t believing this blindly; it was just that the assets listed at the beginning were from the Truette family’s recent losses, and those in the middle were current issues.

The Truette family was currently in trouble, which is why his father scolded him for being ineffective and not helping the family.

Who else, other than the person scheming behind the scenes, could know these details so clearly?

Could it be that the Truette family, like the Jarnigan family, was also schemed against?

“Young Master Bryce, shouldn’t you give this gift to your father soon?”

The woman smiled faintly, her smile looking insincere.

Hearing this, Bryce jolted, realizing he needed to inform his father that the Truette family, like the Jarnigan family, had also been schemed against.

Thinking this, Bryce jumped up from the sofa and rushed out, accidentally slamming his face into the door frame in his haste.

“Bang.”

Nick, standing aside, winced at the sound.

Bryce fled with his men.

Nick looked at the scene, bewildered. What was going on? Bryce, who was usually so arrogant, was scared away by a document.

Nick dared not underestimate the woman before him any longer and asked, “Who exactly are you?”

“Angie,” the woman replied with no pretense.

“…”

Even if your name is Angel, it’s irrelevant to me. That’s not what I’m asking.

Nick thought to himself but asked out loud, “What did you show him that scared him so much?”

“Mr. Nick, don’t worry. You can continue running your bar. The Truette family won’t be a threat to you.” Angie said calmly.

“Why?”

“Because, soon, there won’t be a Truette family in The Capital.”

After saying this, Angie turned and walked away but paused and turned back, her eyes behind the black frame looking at the still confused Nick. “Oh, my master also had a message for Mr. Nick.”

“I? Your master?”

Nick was puzzled, wondering when he had met her master.

“Hair can be dyed many colors. The gray one makes you look more and more like an old lady.”

Angie relayed the message with a straight face and then left briskly.

“…”

Nick stood there stunned, then after a few seconds, he exploded in anger. “My silver hair is timeless!”

Old lady!

It’s her master who’s the old lady!

…

Bryce, rolling and scrambling, made it back to the Truette Group. The conglomerate was holding a high-level meeting. Ignoring the people trying to stop him, he burst in.

“Bryce, what are you doing barging in while we’re in a meeting?”

Minesh, annoyed, slapped him, causing him to spin in place.

The high-level executives in the meeting room looked at them as the big screen displayed today’s stock market trends.

Dazed and with stars in his eyes from the slap, Bryce quickly handed the documents to his father. “Father, look at this. A woman just gave it to me as a gift for you.”

Minesh initially thought Bryce was bringing some personal matter, ready to scold him. But when he glanced at the document, he quickly grabbed it and began to read.

Each page was a detailed account of the Truette Group’s assets, down to individual ownership.

Everyone in the meeting room was included in the list.

Minesh’s face darkened as he glared at his son. “What else did this person say?”

“…”

The room was stunned as everyone wondered why Minesh’s expression changed so abruptly.

Bryce, with his face bruised and battered, gasped for breath. “She didn’t say much, but I analyzed it. The people who schemed against the Jarnigan family are now targeting the Truette family.”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone gasped, and many people stood up from the conference table.

Minesh looked at the big screen, where the Truette family’s stock had been falling all day and was now… halted.

He sank into his chair, the documents falling to the floor, his face pale and dejected.

How could this happen…

A month later.

The Truette Group suffered a major defeat.

Originally, the Truette family shouldn’t have fallen so quickly, but in The Capital, once the Truette family lost power, other financial tycoons would swarm like leeches smelling blood, tearing apart and dividing until nothing was left.

In the massive Truette family, all servants and bodyguards had left.

The Truette Group family gathered together, dejected.

Minesh sat on the sofa, looking at the empty home with bitterness in his heart.

Just a month ago, he had taken advantage of the Jarnigan family’s weakness to carve up their assets, only to have it turn around to his Truette family.

It was poetic justice.

“Father.” Brody walked in, looking haggard. “I’ve learned a bit of news. The attack on both our families comes from the same organization.”

“Organization? What organization? Where did it originate? Why are they targeting us?”

Minesh urgently questioned.

In business, everyone has enemies, but to have a common enemy with the Jarnigan family, and one that has this kind of capability, he couldn’t think of anyone.

Brody frowned at the barrage of questions, eventually saying, “The reason is unknown, and the origin is unclear. All we know now is that the organization is called… Temple in Heaven.”