The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

He remembered those two faces very clearly.

When he had gone to beg Jeremy, these two were there, preventing him from continuing to plead and throwing him aside. They were Jeremy’s subordinates, and now, years later, their hair had turned gray, and their eyesight had worsened, leaving them unable to spot him in the darkness.

He couldn’t deal with Jeremy, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t handle these two.

With this thought, Enrico stood there, abandoning the idea of running away. A gleam of excitement flickered in his eyes.

As the two bodyguards searched the room and prepared to turn on the lights, Enrico grabbed two ashtrays and struck the back of their heads.

With a loud thud, the two men collapsed heavily, knocked unconscious.

Enrico crouched down in front of them, his hands reaching for one of their throats. Unlike when he had playfully choked Paige, this time, he used real force.

Jeremy had destroyed his mother, his sister; he had nothing left…

If he couldn’t live in peace, neither could they.

Die.

They all needed to die.

In the darkness, Enrico’s eyes were filled with intense hatred, making him appear even more sinister. The man beneath him started to regain consciousness, weakly struggling in pain.

Enrico watched his desperate struggles, feeling no panic, but rather a rush of exhilaration, as if his entire body was on fire.

He pressed down harder, tightening his grip.

Suddenly, a face flashed before his eyes. It was a face that looked at him like a child, smiling with love, wiping the milk from his lips, saying, “Enrico, stay with me a little longer.”

Just that one thought cooled his blood.

His hands loosened their grip.

The bodyguard slipped back into unconsciousness, and Enrico sat there, feeling a pang of frustration.

He wasn’t sure if he was frustrated at himself for having murderous thoughts or at the sudden memory that had so easily shaken him.

Enrico looked at the two men on the ground. Suddenly, the window lit up, and fireworks exploded outside, shaking the room with their thunderous sound and brilliant colors.

Enrico watched in silence, a twisted smile curling his lips. He picked up a gun from the ground and, in the light of the fireworks, examined it, his long fingers brushing over the gun’s body as he loaded it.

He aimed the gun at one of the bodyguards’ legs, timing it with the rhythm of the fireworks, and fired a shot.

The recoil made his hand tingle, and Enrico looked at the gun in his hand, slowly standing up.

With the first experience behind him, the next steps were easier. Enrico quickly disabled both men by shooting their legs.

Suddenly, the room’s lights flickered on.

Enrico turned coldly, seeing Jaden standing at the door, staring at him in shock.

Jaden had attended tonight’s charity auction, hoping to meet the boss, but instead, he stumbled upon this scene.

Two middle-aged bodyguards lay unconscious on the ground, their legs riddled with bullet wounds.

Enrico stood there, holding a gun, his pants and shirt splattered with blood, creating a scene almost surreal in its horror.

Behind him, the night sky was ablaze with fireworks.

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Enrico, still not completely composed, panicked when Jaden appeared, causing him to drop the gun.

“Boss!”

Jaden rushed in, shielding him as if fearing the gun might accidentally go off. “Come on, let’s get you changed. I’ll take care of this.”

Enrico silently stared at him, offering no resistance.

Jaden waited outside the room.

After a few moments, the door opened, and Enrico emerged, now dressed in a clean shirt and trousers. His posture was tall and straight, his features strikingly handsome, appearing as though nothing had happened.

He even held a bag of orange-flavored jelly in his hand.

“Boss.”

Jaden looked at him with a complicated expression. “I’ve already destroyed the surveillance footage and disposed of the bloody clothes.”

Surveillance.

There were cameras everywhere now.

Enrico realized he had been careless. He put on a baseball cap, pulled it down over his face, and continued walking, eating jelly along the way.

Jaden followed, the scene feeling oddly out of place.

“Have I changed a lot since I was nine?” Enrico asked suddenly, in a casual tone.

Jaden stiffened at the question, responding in a somber tone, “Before you were nine, the young lady protected you, and you still had some innocence. But after she died and new servants arrived at Rose Estate, a nine-year-old child had to change to survive.”

“So, when you saw me earlier, you were shocked but not surprised,” Enrico mused.

What he was doing now was merely repeating the past.

Jaden’s expression grew more complex. After a few days, the boss’s tone no longer sounded like that of a nine-year-old child. His growth was rapid, to the point of being terrifying.

“Have I hurt people before? Have I killed a lot of people?”

Enrico suddenly stopped, turning to look at him. “And not only do I not regret it, but I actually enjoy it.”

They all said he was now the president of the Gustin Group, that he had taken over Jeremy’s conglomerate.

But no one had told him how he had gotten there.

Yet, when he faced those two bodyguards earlier and felt his blood boil with excitement, he suddenly understood what he was truly like.

This was the real him, and he was slowly waking up.

Jaden stopped, remaining silent, unable to speak the truth.

Enrico’s gaze dropped to the jelly bag in his hand, his voice deep, “Does Paige know?”

“I’m not sure,” Jaden replied honestly. “She might know some of your reputation, but you’ve always treated her with affection and never shown any extreme behavior in front of her. Over time, your methods have softened.”

Unconsciously, Jaden even changed his address to “you” out of respect.

The Enrico before him reminded Jaden of the boss before Paige came into his life-lonely, cold-blooded, and violent.

“Then don’t tell her what happened today,” Enrico said coldly.

He wasn’t sure why, but he felt that Paige wouldn’t like him this way.

He’d rather she still saw him as a nine-year-old child.

With that, Enrico continued walking. Suddenly, they heard the voice of the host echoing from the banquet hall ahead-

“Tonight’s fifth auction item is quite interesting; it’s a painting. The artist behind it is a mysterious figure; no one has ever seen her true face. All we know is that she’s a woman, known online as Spicy Crab. It sounds delicious yet casual, but her first work won the Obsidian Award and fetched a sky-high price at auction. Not only that, but she is the only disciple of Chris!”

There was a stir in the hall, as no one had expected the fifth auction item to be this.

A painting.

Enrico pondered. He had overheard Paige and her subordinates mention something about this being the highlight of the night.

He clenched the jelly bag in his hand, finishing the last bite before casually tossing the empty bag to Jaden. Then, he took out a mask and put it on, heading towards the banquet hall.