The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Enrico stood in front of the car, his expression shifting as he lifted his foot to step forward. Several people immediately rushed to stop him, saying, “Mr. Enrico, Miss instructed that you must stay here.”

“Then you go up there!”

Couldn’t they see that woman was getting attacked?

Feeling a bit agitated, Enrico demanded.

“Our task is to protect you, Mr. Enrico.”

“…”

Ridiculous!

Why did he need protection when he was perfectly fine?

Enrico raised his hand to point towards the distant staircase. “Then what about her…”

Before he could finish his sentence, one of the bodyguards was kicked down the stairs by Paige, tumbling all the way down.

“…”

Enrico froze.

More people rushed up, but Paige skillfully unwrapped the white silk shawl she held, winding it around two of the bodyguards’ hands. She then delivered a high kick, brutally pressing down on one of their shoulders, forcing him to kneel. The other bodyguard stumbled and knelt as well.

The light from the lanterns cast long shadows on the staircase, with the towering dragon pillars on either side appearing imposing.

The two kneeling figures looked just like ministers bowing before their sovereign.

Paige stood there, adjusting the beautiful fox mask on her face. “Well? Who else wants to try?”

No one had expected that this slender woman, despite her appearance, would possess such immense strength. The scene caused a stir among everyone present.

Tiffany, stunned, was pulled back by her assistant, who shouted, “Get them! Grab the phone!”

At this moment, Enrico realized Paige wasn’t going to be bullied. He didn’t step forward anymore. Instead, he leisurely retrieved a bag of grape-flavored jelly from the car, opened it, and began to enjoy the spectacular fight on the stairs.

The bodyguards, after their initial shock, lunged at Paige. She whipped out the shawl, kicking two of them down the stairs. She twisted, ducked, and struck with precise hand chops, using the shawl as a weapon to bind the bodyguards, leaving them powerless. Her movements were fluid and graceful.

Standing in the darkness, Enrico bit into the jelly, his eyes deepening. He had never seen anyone fight so beautifully. Her waist seemed impossibly flexible, yet the force of her strikes was incredibly strong.

Before long, all the bodyguards lay on the steps, groaning, unable to stand.

“Who are you? And why are you hiding behind a mask?” Tiffany, furious that her bodyguards couldn’t handle a single woman, snarled.

“If I were you, I’d focus on handling the news right now,” Paige replied coolly.

Hearing this, Tiffany panicked. Her assistant quickly checked her phone and turned pale. “Miss, this…”

Tiffany grabbed the phone. The situation had been meticulously planned in advance, so her side had already released the news. However, the top trending topic now was “A Celebrity’s True Face on Set…”

The video posted was of the incident that had just occurred.

In the video, Tiffany was seen asking the makeup artist to paint finger marks on her face. The comments were going wild, with people criticizing her.

As she read the comments, Tiffany’s face turned ashen. She looked up, glaring viciously at Paige, who still wore the beautiful fox mask. Then, she turned her gaze towards Carrie. “Carrie, you’re quite something, playing this game with me. I’ll make sure you regret crossing Tiffany!”

With that, Tiffany stormed down the stairs, her steps quickening.

Before long, the set was cleared. The crew quietly retreated, leaving only Paige and Carrie on the long staircase.

Carrie’s makeup was smeared from crying. Now, her face was filled with admiration as she looked at Paige. Noticing the emptiness around them, she asked in confusion, “This…”

“I had everyone cleared out,” Paige said calmly, handing the shawl back to Carrie. “Here, take this.”NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Carrie quickly reached out to grab it, but a sudden breeze in the set caused the white silk to slip out of her grasp.

Paige stood under the lantern light, reaching to remove her mask. The shawl drifted over her head, and she paused, half the fox mask still in place, gazing at it with a slight smile.

The soft light from the lanterns bathed her face in a warm glow. The half-removed mask revealed a mysterious, captivating fox eye, while the exposed part of her face was pure and innocent, like the clearest water from a mountain spring…

The contrast was stark, yet somehow perfectly harmonious.

As the shawl gently descended, Paige caught it with a delicate hand.

“Thud.”

The jelly bag fell to the ground.

Enrico was stunned.

Paige handed the shawl to Carrie and then sat down on the steps. Carrie clung to her arm, snuggling close like a small bird, holding on tightly as if afraid Paige would disappear.

“Do your fans know you’re this clingy?” Paige asked, holding the beautiful fox mask with a hint of helplessness.

Carrie was known as an aloof beauty in the entertainment industry, someone admired from a distance but difficult to approach. Even on variety shows, she was always serious, treating them like formal meetings at the United Nations. Though she never stirred conflict, she also never tried to please anyone.

After three years in the industry, she had a strong fan base but no close friends.

“My fans will only grow because you stood up for me like this,” Carrie choked out, turning to gaze at Paige’s face, studying it as if she hadn’t seen her in a lifetime. “I thought I’d never see you again, Paige.”

It had been three years since they parted at Gangnam Hall.

“I thought I’d never come out again either, but a lot has happened since then,” Paige said, looking into the distance. The light was dim, but she could faintly make out Enrico’s figure standing there.

Carrie didn’t press further, instead, her tone filled with excitement. “It’s great you’re back. Have you seen Nick and the others? We’ve all missed you. Nick has opened bars all over the country. Mila’s theater designs have won international awards. And Rey, he’s been working on some kind of chip.”

None of them had forgotten that they all came from Peak Club.

It was Paige who had used every means to help them rise from Peak Club.

“I know,” Paige smiled.

Carrie’s smile dimmed a bit as she continued, “Thinking back, I realize my ambitions were too small. I only thought about making money and bringing in capital for Peak Club. But when you left, I lost the motivation to network and didn’t produce any significant work.”

Everyone else had been commemorating Peak Club in their own ways, but she had done nothing.

“Are you underestimating my intelligence?” Paige quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t you establish a charitable company?”