The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Good, you’re smart,” Tiffany said with satisfaction. The less she had to do herself, the better.

Jason and Mr. Grissom both looked at Rachel. Mr. Grissom nodded approvingly, “Not bad, brave and wise. The arrangements for tonight’s banquet are well done. This child has a bright future ahead.”

The implication in his words was clear: Artisans had a promising future.

“Thank you both, uncles, for giving me this opportunity.”

Rachel felt a pang of discomfort under their condescending gazes.

Years ago, when her parents hosted their wedding anniversary banquet, these two families had been groveling before Enrico. Now, it was she who had to flatter them.

She glanced over and saw Jeremy and Leah standing at a distance. They considered themselves noble, wanting to climb back to the top yet too proud to lower themselves. Everything fell on her shoulders.

Hmph.

And they still dared to think they could take Artisans from her. Dream on.

No one would take what belonged to her. She wanted both a high status and… Enrico.

With that thought, Rachel turned to Jason and Mr. Grissom. “Uncles, I have something very important to tell you after the banquet. Please stay a while longer.”

What could be so important? It was probably just an attempt to climb up by relying on the Smiths family and the Grissom family.

No matter. It was rather satisfying to see the once powerful Gustin family’s villa split into two factions, with one side needing their help.

Jason and Mr. Grissom, long-time good friends, exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement.

…

Heaven Hotel was sparkling with stars tonight, filled with influential figures. Many important people had shown up.

With 200 tables, the banquet occupied the hotel’s largest hall. The venue boasted top-tier decorations and was set up like a grand fashion show. All the major brands, both famous and obscure, were represented in the outfits of the guests. The men subtly competed over wealth and power, while the women vied for elegance and taste…

It was an extraordinary scene, filled with an atmosphere of luxury. Each guest’s seat came with a small gift: a gold coin embossed with the words “Ruoshui.”

After a joint speech by Jason and Mr. Grissom, Rachel stepped onto the stage, holding her dress, to co-host the event with a top-tier host.

“Our banquet tonight is named ‘Ruoshui.’ Mr. Grissom and the others hope that our esteemed guests tonight can be like the water of the world, silently nourishing all things.”

Rachel’s elegant and poised opening speech included some humor while also flattering the Smiths family and the Grissom family.

Sitting in the most prominent spot, the Smiths family and the Grissom family smiled, and the whole room echoed with their laughter, followed by thunderous applause.

Meanwhile, many were inquiring about Rachel. Standing on the stage, her dress fluttering like an ink wash painting, she exuded elegance, captivating many men.

Each auction item was accompanied by a performance. The Smiths family kicked off the auction with a centuries-old snuff bottle.

The auction required careful consideration of relationships; the price one offered reflected both wealth and respect.

Rachel was undoubtedly the most generous. She immediately bid 80 million to take home the small snuff bottle, giving the Smiths family plenty of face and earning further praise from Jason, which elevated the atmosphere.

Next came a hot dance performance by an international girl group.

…

Inside, the banquet was lively and extravagant, like a grand palace of luxury. But outside, the corridors were eerily quiet, with only security guards on duty in the opulent hallways.

Enrico wandered aimlessly around the hotel. After a while, he grew bored, wanting to return but hesitant to face Paige. He could only drift around alone.

As he walked, more guards appeared ahead.

Two guards stepped out with stern expressions and blocked his way. “This is the VIP lounge. No entry for unauthorized personnel.”

“…”

Enrico lifted his masked face, his deep eyes narrowing as he noticed a sign hanging on the door ahead, with “Gustins” printed on it.

Gustins.

Enrico’s gaze turned icy. He took a few steps back, then abruptly turned around, bumping into someone as he did.

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Rachel froze for a moment, turning to look at his retreating figure. “Who are you?”

Why did this figure seem so familiar?

Enrico ignored her, walking on. Rachel was about to press further when she snapped back to reality. What was she thinking? If it were Enrico, there was no way she’d still be alive.

He was already insane…

At that moment, Jeremy and Leah came out. Leah noticed Rachel staring outside and gently asked, “Rachel, what are you looking at?”

Rachel turned back, her attitude towards Leah still fairly polite. “I bumped into someone. His back looked a lot like Enrico’s.”

“What does it matter? That ungrateful person is just like his mother-a complete lunatic now.”

Jeremy snorted coldly, his temper flaring at the mention of Enrico.

Around the corner, Enrico, who hadn’t gone far, leaned against the cold wall. Hearing the conversation, his hand clenched tightly, his eyes bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, nearly shattering them in rage.

As a child, he had wondered why he only had a sister and no parents by his side.

Later, his sister’s kindness made him more forgiving of the world. He even imagined that Jeremy had some reason for abandoning him. He secretly went to the Gustin family’s villa to watch Jeremy, seeing him bring different women home and then send them away.

Not long ago, he had knelt before Jeremy, clutching his leg, begging for just a little fatherly love, even just a little, to properly bury his sister.

But what he got in return was a kick from Jeremy.

Not recently.

It was over a decade ago.

Enrico stood there, trembling with hatred. Insult him all you want, but you don’t insult his mother, ever!

Enrico’s breathing grew heavy, and he lifted his foot, ready to charge out. But as he raised his leg, he thought of his mother’s last will and Paige’s words.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll do something reckless and ruin your plans?”

“You won’t.”

Grinding his teeth, Enrico forcibly changed direction and walked away.

Inside, Rachel was talking about the Smiths family and the Grissom family when she suddenly heard a noise and frowned warily. “Who’s there?”

“Two of you, go after him.”

Jeremy ordered two guards.

Hearing this, Enrico immediately bolted forward. If he were caught now, Paige would think he wasn’t growing up as well as the 28-year-old version of himself.

Thanks to some recent exercise, Enrico was running fast, but he wasn’t familiar with the layout of Heaven Hotel like the two guards who had already scouted it. Before long, he was cornered at the end of a hallway.

He darted into a nearby room.

The two guards exchanged glances and immediately drew their guns as they entered. Inside, it was pitch black, with nothing visible.

Pressed against the wall, Enrico held his breath as he watched them, recognizing them despite the darkness.