The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“You’re looking at me like I’m some kind of pervert.”

Rachel chuckled coldly as she stepped down from the platform, walking slowly toward Molly. Molly, who had witnessed Rachel’s methods before, was so terrified that she shrank back into a corner, desperately apologizing, “No, no, Miss Rachel, you must be mistaken. I have nothing but respect for you.”

Rachel hadn’t even done anything yet, but Molly was already so scared. Useless coward.

Rachel sneered, her once delicate face now laced with cruelty. She stared at Molly and said, “Do you know why I’ve kept you around all this time?”

“…”

Molly shook her head vigorously.

“Because your name is similar to Paige’s, and because you used to like Enrico.”

As Rachel spoke, she recalled what Paige had done to her in the past. She grabbed Molly’s chin and forced her to look at the man bound in the center. “Paige is dead, but my anger isn’t gone. I want you to witness Enrico finally becoming mine.”

“…”

Molly was so scared that cold sweat covered her body. She pressed a hand against the wall to keep from collapsing. “Miss Rachel, I haven’t dared to have feelings for Mr. Enrico for a long time. I really haven’t.”

“And what if you did?” Rachel said, her tone indifferent as she released Molly’s chin. “It’s not like you could ever have him anyway.”

Only she, Rachel, could have Enrico.

“Yes, yes, I’m not worthy,” Molly replied humbly.

Rachel found this response pleasing and released Molly, turning to look at Enrico. From the side, Molly saw that Rachel’s eyes were filled with admiration, as if she was particularly fond of this chained version of Enrico.

“Miss Rachel, why do you have him locked up?” Molly asked weakly.

“Because he’s sick.”

As Rachel spoke, her eyes dimmed. At first, when Enrico had disappeared for three years, she thought he was mourning Paige’s death. But when she finally managed to bribe a guard at the private villa, she learned the truth-Enrico was sick.

AS Schizophrenia gene.

It was a terrifying illness, one that had driven the eldest daughter of the Gustin family, a kind and timid woman, to slaughter everyone at Rose Estate. How much more dangerous would it be with Enrico?

If she didn’t keep him chained, how could she possess him? How could she make him hers?

“What do you mean by sick?” Molly asked, still confused.

“A madman,” Rachel laughed. “He’s already turned into a madman. But so what? I still have him, while Paige’s ashes have long been scattered who knows where.”

Paige had lost to her-completely and utterly.

“…”

Molly was horrified, her body trembling as she leaned against the wall, barely keeping herself from collapsing. Enrico had become a madman?

She looked at the gleam of pride in Rachel’s eyes and felt increasingly terrified of this woman, who now seemed both twisted and deranged.

After a moment, Rachel, satisfied with her outburst, coldly glanced at Molly. “Alright, you can leave now. I want to be alone with Enrico for a while.”

“Yes, yes.”

Molly was terrified, crouching down to pick up her cane with trembling hands.

Suddenly, a bodyguard rushed in, panting as he reported, “Miss Rachel, something’s wrong-there’s a large number of vehicles heading this way.”

“Why are you panicking?” Rachel’s expression remained unchanged as she calmly walked to the window and looked outside.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She saw a mass of black cars approaching, rolling over the empty beach like a flock of crows darkening the sky.

“I didn’t expect Jaden to be completely clueless, but he did come quickly this time,” Rachel said with a sneer, completely unbothered. “For the past two years, I’ve had you all trained specifically to counter the Gustin family’s guards. Even if it comes to gunfire, the doors and windows here aren’t something they can easily break through.”

Everything here was bulletproof, designed specifically by her to counter Jaden.

Hearing this, the bodyguard felt a bit more reassured and bowed, “I’ll go prepare to welcome our guests. I won’t let Jaden set foot inside.”

“Go ahead.”

Rachel nodded. Today, she would show Jaden that once she had taken someone, there was no getting them back. No one would interrupt her and Enrico here.

…

When Jaden arrived at the seaside building, having tracked it down, the open area in front was already filled with cars.

Under the clear blue sky, seagulls circled overhead, and the sea breeze whipped the white waves against the shore. Everything seemed peaceful and serene. But from inside the car, they could see dozens of men in combat gear rappelling down from the roof, swiftly overpowering the guards stationed above. On the white brick ground before the Roman columns, a large group of people had been tied up like a giant bundle, making the scene almost laughable.

Standing beside them was another group, keeping them firmly under control.

“What’s going on?”

Clinton, holding a medical kit in the passenger seat, was stunned and turned to Jaden. “Did you send them in first?”

“No.” Jaden had come as soon as he received the information; there hadn’t been time to send anyone ahead.

Saying this, Jaden didn’t hesitate to push open the car door and step out. His suit jacket billowed as he pulled out a handgun and loaded it.

His men followed suit, drawing their weapons and falling in behind him.

“Hey, Jaden, wait for me!”

Clinton hurriedly scrambled out of the car, clutching his medical kit, his scalp tingling as he followed the furious Jaden. He tried to stay out of sight as much as possible. If this were a battlefield, he’d be that front-line medic, unarmed and in constant danger of catching a stray bullet.

Better to hide well-he hadn’t even seen Mr. Gustin yet and didn’t want to die from a random shot.

As they got closer, Jaden realized that the clothes worn by the people standing there were identical to those worn by Paige’s people today. These were people Paige had sent.

Jaden felt a sudden wave of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing. He glanced up, taking in the sight of Paige’s people stationed around the perimeter of the large building. Clearly, Paige had already secured the outside.

What swift action.

But the front door remained shut; they hadn’t breached it yet.

Jaden raised his gun, aiming it at the door, just as it suddenly opened from the inside. Several bodyguards holding what looked like police-grade transparent shields stepped out.

Rachel emerged slowly behind them, a smile on her face. She was dressed in a custom-made chiffon gown, her dress billowing in the breeze, its layers like blooming petals-beautiful and elegant, more suited to a socialite’s gathering. Yet here she was, unflinchingly standing before a line of guns.

She was confident, knowing there were no high vantage points around, no snipers to take her out. Besides, she wasn’t afraid of Jaden.

Molly stood behind her, leaning on her cane and trembling with fear.

“…”

Seeing Rachel calmly walk out, the anger in Jaden’s eyes intensified as he gripped his gun tightly.

“Jaden, do you dare to shoot?” Rachel laughed. “Don’t forget your obligation under Enrico’s mother’s will. As long as you’re Enrico’s subordinate, you can’t touch me.”