The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Jaden, I’m sorry. I have failed Mr. Gustin. I deserve to die as atonement.”

Ramsey knelt at the forefront, his head hitting the ground with such force that his forehead turned bruised and blue.

Paige sat on a single chair nearby, listening to their confessions with little expression on her face, though her hand in her pocket clenched tighter and tighter.

“What use is it if the three of you die?” Jaden, furious, walked forward and kicked Ramsey over, his face drained of all color, his hands trembling uncontrollably. “When this happened, why didn’t you tell me? Can’t I give you money? Can’t I help you?”

Dalton, trembling on the ground, tears streaming down his face, whispered, “We wanted to, but Jaden, ever since you took charge, you’ve been busier than ever. Even when you come here, you’re afraid of drawing attention, so you come and go quickly. We had no chance to report anything to you.”

Hearing this, Jaden let out a bitter laugh, took a few steps back, and slumped down on a seat next to Rafael. “I’m so incompetent. Utterly incompetent.”

This plot had been in the making for over a month, right under his nose, and he hadn’t noticed a thing. He thought the people he chose were loyal, but clearly, he wasn’t a competent leader.

Rafael, aware of the struggles Jaden faced over the past three years, patted his shoulder. “Now’s not the time to assign blame. We need to figure out who took Enrico and why.”

“What did you see during the handoff?” Paige, who had been quietly listening, suddenly spoke.

Ramsey and the others, unaware of who Paige was, remained silent at her question.

“When the lady asks something, you answer!” Jaden ordered.

“We gave Mr. Gustin a sedative and, using our knowledge of the estate, secretly took him out. We made the handoff at the waterfall. They only brought two cars-one to release my family,” Ramsey said, his voice filled with shame. “The other car took Mr. Gustin. I tried to find out who they were, but the license plates were fake, and they were heavily armed, not even showing their eyes.”

“Details. Any details?” Paige asked coldly.

The three looked confused. What details?

Dalton, in a small voice, said, “I saw them cover Mr. Gustin with a pure white wool blanket after they helped him into the car. Does that count?”

A blanket. Covering him with a blanket during a kidnapping-how considerate.

Paige understood. She stood up and turned to her subordinates. “Who’s in charge of monitoring Rachel’s activities?”

Rafael and Jaden exchanged glances, confused by this sudden shift in focus.

“Mr. Kevin himself is overseeing it,” a subordinate replied.

“Investigate.” Paige left this command and walked out, the sound of her boots on the floor echoing heavily.

Seeing her leave, Jaden quickly stood up. “Miss, do you know who took Mr. Gustin?”

Paige stopped, hands still in her coat pockets, and turned around. Her beautiful eyes were cold. “It’s enough that you can keep the consortium from falling apart. From now on, I’ll handle everything related to Enrico.”

With that, Paige walked out, followed by her subordinates.

Jaden was left standing there, stunned, unsure if he had been praised or insulted.

Rafael slowly rose from the couch, watching Paige disappear through the door, and sighed. “She seems very displeased with how we’ve taken care of Enrico.”

Dr. Clinton, standing off to the side, rubbed his nose, thinking, “How could she not be upset?”

After all, it was those two who wanted Paige dead in the first place, leading to the chaos that forced her to fake her death and separate from Mr. Gustin. And now, just as she found her way back, they had lost him.

Who wouldn’t be angry?

“Does Miss think Rachel kidnapped Mr. Gustin?”

At this point, Jaden wasn’t concerned about Paige’s opinion of him; he was solely focused on Enrico.

“Then investigate Rachel’s properties and those of the people close to her.”

Rafael figured that Paige wouldn’t have mentioned Rachel without reason. “If Enrico has fallen into the hands of Jeremy and Rachel, that’s bad news.”

In his mind, Jeremy and Rachel were of the same ilk.

“Investigate.” Jaden clenched his fist. He had to save Mr. Gustin.

…

At noon, The Capital’s sun was especially dazzling.

By the bright blue seaside, the expansive beach glistened gold under the sun, with a towering Western-style building standing in the distance, its Roman columns rising majestically from the ground.

Inside the building, the air was cool.

Two golden doors were pushed open, revealing a high-ceilinged space with a circular platform in the center, bathed in white light.

On the platform stood a man. His black leather shoes gleamed, his trousers perfectly pressed, hugging his long, straight legs. The hem of his white shirt hung loosely, the top two buttons undone, revealing a sleek, sexy Adam’s apple. It was a lazy, alluring image-if you ignored the dense chains that bound him.

The man wasn’t standing of his own accord. His head hung low, his face unusually pale. Under sharp brows, his long lashes hid his closed eyes. His thin lips were pressed lightly together, so pale they appeared as though he might have fallen asleep standing up.

Thick black chains wound around his waist, extending upward, disappearing into the ceiling.

His arms were loosely extended to the side, also bound by heavy chains, his shoulder blades held in place.

He looked like the most exquisite puppet-his delicate features radiating a dark, forbidden, hysterical beauty, his entire being tethered by strings, devoid of any autonomy.

A pair of high-heeled, rhinestone-studded shoes stepped onto the platform, and Rachel, dressed in a haute couture gown, stood before the man, tilting her face up to admire his features with a near-greedy gaze.

She was thrilled.

She lifted her hand to gently caress his face, the warmth of his skin bringing tears to her eyes. “I’ve been searching for you for three years. I finally found you.”

Jaden had hidden him too well.

But she kept searching, searching, and searching-for three years, until she finally found him.

The man stood there, his eyes closed in sleep.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Enrico, from now on, you’ll stay here with me. We’ll never be apart again, okay?”

As Rachel spoke, a tear rolled down her cheek. She cradled his face and slowly stood on tiptoe to kiss his thin lips.

He tilted his head slightly, almost as if he were responding to her affection.

“Bang!” The sound of something hitting the ground broke the moment.

Rachel, her kiss interrupted, frowned in displeasure and turned to look.

At the door stood the thin figure of Molly, her face filled with terror. She stared at Rachel, at Enrico bound in chains, at the bizarre scene before her, so shocked that the cane in her hand fell to the ground.

Three years ago, after Molly revealed Paige’s identity as a slum dweller, Rachel had ordered her to go into hiding. Later, when the Artisans organization was formed, she had been forced to become Rachel’s assistant.

On the surface, Rachel appeared gentle and artistic, but every act she committed was dirty. Now, she had grown even more terrifying, secretly building a house to imprison Enrico.

That was Enrico!

Enrico, who once struck fear into the hearts of all!

How dare she…