The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“You’re not sleeping because you don’t like me sleeping here, right?” Paige suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him in the dark.

Enrico’s long lashes fluttered, and the embarrassment of being caught off guard surged up to his head. Instinctively, he wanted to pull away, but Paige spoke, “Then I’ll go sleep in my own bed.”

Just as Paige was about to get up, her wrist was grabbed.

Paige raised an eyebrow and looked at Enrico.

Lying on his side facing her, Enrico tightly gripped her delicate wrist with his long fingers, his eyes deep and slightly uneasy as he said, “No, I don’t dislike it.”

You don’t?

Paige smiled and lay back down facing him, “Then why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I won’t doubt your good intentions anymore.” Enrico stared at her, his voice extremely low, “But how long will your kindness last?”

“How long do you want it to last?” Paige asked softly, her gaze exceptionally gentle.

“My sister said she would take care of me for a lifetime, but in the end, she couldn’t accept becoming a murderous monster and killed herself in front of me.”

Enrico’s eyes had a hint of intensity, almost with a desperate edge.

“Then what if I say, as long as you want me to stay with you, I’ll be good to you. Do you believe that?” Paige asked him gently.

Enrico’s face immediately darkened, and he lay back on the bed, “We agreed on three months before. After three months, if I return to the corporation, does that mean you won’t be good to me anymore?”

Paige chuckled and gently squeezed the base of his thumb, “Why are you so particular, whether you’ve lost your memory or not?”

That wasn’t what she meant.

Enrico glared at her, “Yeah, someone said she’d give me everything I wanted, but even a painting had to be negotiated. I’ll never forget that, always holding it against you. So yes, I am particular.”

Is he never going to let this go?

Paige surrendered, “Alright, alright. How about this: unless you tell me explicitly that you’ve fallen for someone else, I’ll always be good to you. How’s that?”

Upon hearing this, Enrico’s face flushed with heat, and he quickly released her hand, lying on his back on the bed, “What do you mean by like? I don’t understand.”

Nonsense!

“Oh.”

Paige didn’t expect the current him to engage in romantic discussions.

At this moment, Enrico calmed down a lot, not even knowing why he wanted to get a promise from Paige, but he just did.

Without Enrico’s disturbance, Paige quickly fell asleep.

On the other hand, Enrico kept thinking about what kind of person he wanted to be. With Paige’s guidance from earlier, his thoughts were unusually calm, without any mixture of hatred.

He was calm, but the person beside him suddenly moved.

In her sleep, Paige turned over and lay down beside him, even resting her head on his arm.

Enrico looked down to see Paige’s face so close to his. Even in the dark, he could see her delicate and fair skin, her lips so small, they seemed soft, and her chin was small too. Below was a section of her white, slender neck, and her collar was slightly loose, revealing not only her delicate collarbone but even…

Enrico’s throat went dry, like he hadn’t had water in centuries, and his body responded inappropriately.

He abruptly pushed Paige away, lying stiffly on the bed, his breath becoming unusually heavy, and his handsome face full of panic.

After that, he couldn’t sleep anymore.

…

That night, it wasn’t just Enrico who couldn’t sleep; many others were awake too.

The “Ruoshui” charity auction dinner ended successfully, and Rachel’s performance earned her a lot of recognition, which would undoubtedly smooth her path in business going forward.

The final auction amount was 1 billion, an astonishing number far exceeding expectations.

Of course, the main reason was that a single painting was sold for 600 million.

Rachel stood in the hall, waiting patiently for two hours while Jason, Mr. Grissom, and friends finished their conversations. Then she respectfully approached them, “Mr. Smith, Mr. Grissom, I have something important to discuss with you both. Could we move to the lounge at our Gustin family villa?”

The sooner the issue of Paige being alive is discussed, the better. She couldn’t let Paige stay free for long.

Jason thought she wanted to talk about some benefits for her and glanced at his expensive watch, “It’s very late. Let’s discuss this another time.”

Rachel blocked their way, “CEOs, what I need to say is very serious. Please, give me a moment.”

This child, why did she suddenly become like this?

Jason was somewhat displeased and turned to Mr. Grissom. Mr. Grissom, however, maintained a good attitude. His Grissom family had been in the spotlight all day, so he was willing to give Rachel this bit of face and said, “Alright, let’s go.”

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Rachel bowed her head and led them out of the hall, signaling to Molly with her eyes on the way.

This meant she should go ahead to the lounge to prepare tea, so the two big figures wouldn’t be kept waiting.

Molly could only grit her teeth, limping towards another exit, supporting herself against the wall to speed up, sweating and out of breath by the time she had gone up two flights of stairs.

As she approached the lounge in the Gustin family villa, she suddenly felt a light tap on her calf.

Molly looked down and saw a crumpled piece of paper drop at her feet.

She looked around, but the hallway was empty.

Molly picked up the paper and unfolded it, revealing two lines of elegant handwriting:

“Look to the left, and don’t tell anyone.

The Phoenix rises from the ashes, reborn in fire.”

Molly was puzzled and looked to the left, where she saw a package wrapped in white paper leaning against the wall on the floor.

It looked like a picture frame or a painting.

She curiously walked over, crouched down with difficulty, and tore away the white paper to reveal a painting of clear lake water, as blue as the sky, with a strikingly powerful brushstroke.

The painting looked familiar. She peeled off more of the white paper, and then she was stunned.

It was **”Rebirth”**.

It was the painting Bryan had bought for six billion for Tiffany!

But how could this painting be here?

A flash of realization crossed her mind, and Molly hurriedly opened the paper in her hand. She could barely remember Bryan’s handwriting, but it seemed just like this.

So, Bryan gave her the painting?

Wasn’t he going to give it to Tiffany?

Wait, she understood now. She had run into Bryan earlier today, and he must have seen her in such dire straits and decided to give her this painting, wanting her to rise from the ashes like a phoenix, reborn.

Molly was so shocked that she covered her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears.

Bryan hadn’t forgotten her after all.

He was even willing to give her a painting worth six billion. Did this mean he… still had feelings for her?

Suddenly, voices came from the direction of the elevator-Rachel flattering Jason and Mr. Grissom as they arrived.

Molly panicked, not knowing what to do.

The note said not to tell anyone. Bryan must have secretly given her the painting.