The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

During this period, *Temple in Heaven* has also been questioning Rachel, but she remained silent, only waiting for the mastermind behind the scenes to rescue her.

That’s why Paige sent out people skilled in tracking, yet they still couldn’t trace the person who rescued Rachel.

“Just one thing.”

Angie pulled something out of her pocket. “This was torn from one of them by our people when they realized something was wrong and tried to stop them, but it’s not much help.”

Paige glanced down and saw a button lying quietly in Angie’s palm.

Enrico, standing nearby and happily chewing on a bag of jelly, suddenly noticed Paige’s expression change.

Back in her room, Paige took out an old wooden box from a drawer and placed it on the bed, opening it. On top was a diary written by Arjun, an elder brother from the slums. She set the diary aside, revealing a few small items inside. From among them, she took out a small button.

Paige sat on the edge of the bed, holding out her hands.

In her left hand was the adult-sized button, intricately wrapped with fine gold thread, exceptionally neat. At first glance, it seemed like just a finely crafted button, but when touched, one could feel that the delicate gold thread bore tiny engravings-whether these were deliberately carved or accidentally created was unknown. In the center of the button, a small, crystal-clear diamond was embedded. Whether it was a real diamond, she didn’t know.

In her right hand was another button, smaller in size but identical in appearance and craftsmanship to the one in her left hand.

Paige gazed at the two buttons, her expression darkening.

“Why do these two buttons look the same?” Enrico asked as he walked in with a yogurt, his eyes falling on the two buttons in her hands.

“This wooden box is something you had Olivia return to me from the South.”

Paige kept her gaze on the buttons. “This smaller one was something left in my swaddling clothes when the Clarkes family took me away.”

Upon hearing this, Enrico paused in his drinking. The larger button was just handed to her downstairs.

One belonged to her.

One belonged to her enemy.

Does this mean…

Paige turned the button in her hand, letting out a mocking laugh. “Maybe, the one who wanted me dead three years ago and won’t let me go three years later is still my relative.”

How dramatic.

Enrico knelt in front of her, noticing her face growing pale. “Are you… okay?”

Paige looked at him, warmth spreading through her heart as she saw the concern in his eyes. She placed both buttons back in the wooden box. “What’s there to be upset about? Even if they are my relatives, since I’ve never met them, and they’ve become my enemies, I have no choice but to keep fighting.”

She wouldn’t let the mastermind behind *Artisans* off the hook.

“Well said.” Enrico agreed wholeheartedly. “Not everyone deserves to be a parent.”

Some people aren’t even worthy of the title “father.”

“Yeah.” Paige nodded. “No one will stand in the way of what I need to do. In two days, I will take the stage in *The Capital* again.”

Seeing that she wasn’t too troubled by the idea of family, Enrico breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, his face was cupped by a pair of soft hands.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“…”

He froze in place.

Paige, sitting on the bed, leaned down and gently cupped his face, softly wiping away the milk stain on his lips with her thumb. “Enrico, stay with me a little longer.”

“…”

Enrico didn’t move. The tenderness in her eyes was enough to make him blush.

Stay with her? Does she mean…

No, he can’t-although he doesn’t want her to see him as a 9-year-old, he also isn’t ready for things to progress this quickly. Besides, he doesn’t even know what to do.

No way.

Really no way.

Too soon.

“Actually, you can take the opportunity to observe the situation in *The Capital*. It will help you when you return to the conglomerate,” Paige said seriously.

Hearing this, Enrico felt like someone had struck him over the head. It took him a moment to realize what she meant. “You want me to help you deal with the Smiths family, the Grissom family, and *Artisans*?”

“Yes.” Paige looked at him. “What else did you think?”

“I didn’t think anything. I’m just a 9-year-old-what could I be thinking?”

Enrico’s face flushed, and he quickly pulled away from her hands, hurriedly standing up and drinking his yogurt as he ran off.

“…”

Paige was a bit puzzled. Didn’t he just say he didn’t want to be treated like a child? Why is he suddenly admitting he’s 9 years old again?

His growth trajectory seems a bit chaotic.

With Enrico distracting her, Paige completely let go of any thoughts about her relatives. She picked up the wooden box, put it back in the drawer, locked it, and decided not to open it again.

…

The luxurious villa was brightly lit.

Rachel, having just returned home, soaked in the bath for nearly two hours, finally washing off the salty, fishy smell of the sea.

She stormed out of her room, grabbed a golden whip decoration from the wall, and lashed it at Molly, who was kneeling on the ground.

“Ah-”

Molly screamed, collapsing to the ground, her body curling up as she cried and wailed desperately.

But her cries didn’t evoke any sympathy from Rachel. Instead, Rachel grew even angrier, whipping her with all her might, until she was almost unable to stand and began coughing uncontrollably.

“Molly, how dare you confess everything about me while they were interrogating me!”

Rachel was breathless from coughing, clutching her chest as she cursed, “Who saved you from suffering in the slums? Who gave you food, a job? And yet, you dared to betray me!”

Molly, lying on the ground, beaten to the point of being covered in wounds, cried until her voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Miss.”

“Enough! Are you beating her to show off for me?” A deep, menacing voice suddenly rang out.

Rachel turned her gaze and saw Jeremy and Leah sitting on a nearby sofa, Jeremy looking displeased.

Rachel walked over, forcing a smile. “Father, how could I dare to show off in front of you? *Artisans* was created by me, and as your daughter, since you can’t regain control of the Gustin Group, it’s only right that you seize *Artisans*.”

She had been missing for so many days, yet Jeremy hadn’t even looked for her once, only busying himself with dividing power within *Artisans*.

“Bang!” Jeremy smashed the teacup in front of him onto the floor.

It shattered into pieces.

Leah sighed helplessly, unable to stop herself from advising, “You’re father and daughter; why fight so much? Wouldn’t it be better to work together to strengthen *Artisans*?”

“As long as Father is content to be an honorary director, I’ll be much more filial than Enrico and will take good care of you in your old age.”

Rachel, weak and clutching her chest, couldn’t speak much before she started coughing again.

“…”

Jeremy glared at her, saying nothing more.

They were still allies, after all, and he needed *Artisans* to return to the ranks of the conglomerates in A-country. Arguing wouldn’t benefit anyone.

Seeing that Jeremy had stopped speaking, Rachel didn’t provoke him further. She simply said, “In two days, it will be the charity auction. The three of us will attend together. As long as we successfully host this grand auction, the value of *Artisans* will soar overnight.”