The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Mr. Grissom had indeed considered this, but he was somewhat surprised that his daughter had thought of it. “Did you come up with this yourself?”

Of course not.

She had sent someone to follow Carrie, who had been sitting with Molly for a long time. Carrie had slowly pieced together from Molly’s anxious reactions, guessing it was a colossal conspiracy.

The more Tiffany listened, the more she felt Carrie was right, but she would never admit this in front of Mr. Grissom. She only said, “Of course, it’s my own idea. I haven’t slept well these past few days. The more I think about it, the more distressed I become. The Smiths family owes their current position to your protection, yet they don’t know how to be grateful.”

“My dear daughter has grown up.”

Mr. Grissom patted her shoulder with satisfaction and sighed, “Power and profit always have their allure.”

In the past, the two families had been on good terms, neither being the top.

Now both families were thriving. Jason appeared willing to align himself with Mr. Grissom, but who wants to be perpetually second? If Jason could unite with Artisans to bring him down, Jason would secure the top position in the A-country financial circle.

“Father, take me to break off the engagement,” Tiffany couldn’t stand this marriage any longer.

“There’s no rush. After all, it’s been years of friendship. I want to observe a bit longer.”

As Mr. Grissom spoke, there was a loud “bang” outside, and the house shook. Tiffany, frightened, clung to Mr. Grissom.

Mr. Grissom, enraged, demanded, “What’s happened now?”

It seemed endless.

The Grissom family’s renovation work was temporarily halted.

It turned out that during the construction, a tree had exploded, setting the entire grove on fire.

Although no one was injured, the blazing fire was alarming.

Where did the bomb come from in The Capital?

Soon, the police cordoned off the entire Grissom family estate. A large number of police officers entered to search for any remaining bombs.

Everyone in the Grissom family evacuated to the street.

Under the flashing lights, the Grissom family members looked disheveled, some without shoes or properly dressed.

Tiffany, with a pale face and wearing slippers, leaned against Mr. Grissom. She instructed the servants to chase away the media, unwilling to be featured in the newspapers in such a state.

Mr. Grissom held his daughter and looked with a grave expression at the fire in the grove.

“Mr. Grissom!” came a worried voice.

Mr. Grissom turned to see Rachel, dressed in office attire, approaching with a concerned look. Rachel bowed slightly and said, “Mr. Grissom, Miss Tiffany, are you both alright? I rushed here as soon as I heard the news. How could such a fire suddenly break out?”

Mr. Grissom did not respond, noticing a car pulling up by the roadside. It was the Smiths family’s vehicle.

Jason had arrived.

When there are many people, suspicion often follows. To Mr. Grissom, it looked as if Jason and Rachel had come together. What were they conspiring before this?

“Don’t pretend to care!”

Tiffany was irritated by Rachel and glared at her.

“……”

Rachel thought Tiffany’s disdain was due to her still not having found the missing painting, and she felt frustrated but said nothing.

Jason, accompanied by Bryan, came over and offered Mr. Grissom a lot of comforting words.

Mr. Grissom, suppressing his suspicions, chatted briefly with him.

Noticing a change in Mr. Grissom, Jason nudged Bryan to take care of Tiffany.

As soon as Bryan approached, Tiffany became uncomfortable and screamed, “Don’t touch me!”

The scream almost ruptured Bryan’s eardrum.

Everyone stared at her in shock. Mr. Grissom, holding Tiffany, laughed and said, “Sorry, the explosion at home startled Tiffany a bit.”

“……”

Everyone naturally responded with more comfort.

Rachel stood aside, looking up at the distant flames, which were consuming the grove more fiercely than the fire three years ago.

Recalling the fire from three years ago, Rachel’s mind stirred. She turned to Mr. Grissom and said, “Mr. Grissom, I think you and your family should avoid staying here for now. Find somewhere else to live. Mr. Smith, you too.”

“What do you mean?”

Jason, standing in his well-tailored suit, looked at Rachel.

With cars filling the entire street and sirens and fire trucks constantly blaring, Rachel had to speak loudly, “I think this bomb might have been arranged by Paige.”

“Paige?” Jason almost forgot and then remembered, “You mean that fugitive from the slums who was supposedly dead three years ago.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She wasn’t dead.

However, both Mr. Grissom and Jason were skeptical of Rachel’s claims. If they didn’t believe her, they wouldn’t waste energy investigating or killing Paige.

Rachel, using the fire as leverage, said, “My assistant Molly and Paige lived together for many years. Paige’s temperament is well known to me-she is someone who takes revenge. Three years ago, the financial groups put pressure on her, almost causing her death at Gangnam Hall. Now that she’s back, she’s definitely seeking revenge.”

“You’re saying Paige isn’t dead?” Bryan was shocked.

Three years ago, he had been suppressed by Enrico and had gone abroad. When he returned, he learned that Paige’s identity had been exposed and she was supposedly dead.

Bryan’s shock came from his previous acquaintance with Paige and his past feelings for her. But to Mr. Grissom, it seemed like Bryan and Rachel were just putting on a show for him.

They had arrived together and now were blaming a supposedly dead person for this incident.

Mr. Grissom remained calm and said, “Are you suggesting that woman from the slums is really still alive?”

How ridiculous. Even if she were alive, she was just a lost dog-what use was she?

What was the point of bringing her up repeatedly in front of him?

“I’m sure I’m not mistaken,” Rachel bowed her head, “Mr. Grissom, with your power, finding someone in The Capital is easy. Paige is not someone you can handle easily. You must find her.”

“……”

Mr. Grissom looked at Rachel, then at Jason, and suddenly understood.

Although they publicly spoke of building a blueprint together, now they were planting bombs in his home to incite his fury and force him to investigate a dead person. If these two families were doing something, he wouldn’t realize it in time.

By the time he did, it might be the downfall of the Grissom family.

With one bomb and a massive fire, Mr. Grissom saw Jason and Rachel’s true colors clearly.

Alright, then.

He had originally planned to observe further, but since these two were so eager to show their hand, he would play along.

Thinking this, Mr. Grissom gritted his teeth and smiled, “We need to thoroughly investigate this slum woman. How dare she plant a bomb in my Grissom family. I, Mr. Grissom, am not someone to be easily bullied!”

Rachel felt a thrill of satisfaction. Having the Grissom family and the Smiths family deal with Paige and kill her was the best choice.

Jason, standing there, felt a sinking feeling listening to Mr. Grissom’s tone. Something was off, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint what.

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