The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Understood,” Angie nodded.

Paige stood there, her slender, fair fingers picking up a chess piece, playing with it thoughtfully in her palm, and then asked, “How’s it going with the Artisans?”

“The Artisans don’t have enough capital to compete with the Smiths family and the Grissom family. Just this loss in international trade has caused Rachel’s conglomerate to suffer a great defeat. But to her credit, she was smart enough to quickly withdraw from the Smiths and Grissom fight. Even so, it’s set the Artisans back a whole year,” Angie explained.

In the business world, this is the harsh reality – one small misstep, and all efforts can be wasted.

Paige straightened up, twirling the chess piece in her hand, her gaze deepening. “With things developing this far, Rachel and whoever is advising her should have figured out the truth by now.”

Mr. Grissom was arrogant and didn’t take her seriously, but Rachel wouldn’t be so careless. By now, even without much thought, Rachel should realize it was Paige pulling the strings.

“She can’t do anything to you,” Angie said dismissively, not thinking highly of Rachel’s tactics.

Besides, Rachel had no idea where they were, making retaliation impossible.

“Rachel is someone who can endure and scheme, and with someone advising her from the shadows, she shouldn’t be underestimated.”

Paige had failed once at Rachel’s hands before and wasn’t about to make the same mistake. Standing in front of the chessboard, she suddenly had an idea and decided to test Angie. “Angie, if you were Rachel, couldn’t find me no matter how hard you tried, what would you do?”

“…”

Angie stood there, deep in thought. It seemed like an unsolvable puzzle. When your enemy is alive but impossible to locate, what can you do?

“Rachel would likely turn to the people from Peak Club,” Paige provided the answer.

Angie was momentarily stunned but then understood – if Rachel couldn’t find Paige, she’d seek out Paige’s old acquaintances.

Her face grew serious. “I’ll immediately send people to protect the members of Peak Club.”

“Yes, they’re all my people. Not a single one of them can be harmed.”

Paige spoke as she placed the black chess piece firmly on the board. The game was set. No matter how hard the opponent tried, it was useless now.

Feeling satisfied with how things had progressed, Paige decided to look for Enrico.

She finally found him in the gym.

The gym had been set up specifically for Enrico, with carefully selected equipment. After being confined for three years by Jaden in a penthouse with hardly any space to move around, Enrico’s muscles had deteriorated, and he needed to slowly build them back up for his health to improve.

Paige walked in, expecting to see Enrico working out, but he wasn’t on any of the equipment. Just as she was about to leave, she noticed him sitting by the large floor-to-ceiling window.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Outside the spotless window, leaves littered the ground, and the thick tree with its sparse branches couldn’t block the strong sunlight that poured in, casting bright patches on the floor.

Enrico wore a smoke-gray V-neck sweater, sitting with his body leaning against the wall by the window, half of him bathed in the sun. His chiseled features were gently illuminated, and even his short hair seemed to glisten in the light.

A white earphone cord trailed from his ear, down his neck, and to the tablet resting on his lap. He had one leg bent, using it as a stand for the tablet, while his other leg stretched out on the floor, barefoot, with the hem of his pants slightly raised, revealing his sharp ankle, warm in the sunlight.

Paige couldn’t tell what romantic drama he was watching, but he seemed absorbed.

She stood there quietly, watching him, a wave of warmth and gratitude washing over her. Just being able to stand there peacefully and watch him was enough for her.

Engrossed in his show, Enrico didn’t notice her. A dialogue box suddenly popped up on his screen.

**Clinton:** “Mr. Gustin, isn’t it a bit too soon to be watching advanced videos after just half a month?”

**Clinton:** “Fine, I’ll send the video now. Download it.”

**Clinton:** “By the way, advanced videos are for men’s eyes only. You must never let anyone know, especially Miss Paige! Absolutely not!”

Enrico quickly tapped the screen to accept the video and typed a reply.

**Enrico:** “Got it. Stop nagging.”

He remembered watching the beginner videos with Paige, and she hadn’t said anything. Why was it such a big deal with the advanced ones?

Smirking, he quickly downloaded the video.

He intended to skip the intermediate videos and go straight to the advanced ones, confident in his ability to catch up. But Clinton had refused, making him wait half a month.

Paige slowly walked toward him.

Her footsteps were light on the floor.

Enrico, sitting against the wall, heard soothing music through his headphones. On the screen, a door appeared, the camera zooming in to reveal clothes scattered on the floor, including a woman’s bra.

The camera moved closer to the bed, where two entangled bodies were rolling together.

“…”

Enrico suddenly understood why Clinton had warned him. His thin lips pressed together, but his attention didn’t waver. After weeks of watching endless romantic dramas filled with kisses and teasing, he was eager to find out what happened when the lights went out.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed, blocking out the sunlight.

Enrico’s long lashes trembled, and with swift fingers, he flipped the tablet face down on his lap, shutting it off just as the woman’s moaning began.

“…”

He looked up to find Paige standing in front of him, smiling sweetly. Her clear eyes made him feel completely dirty in comparison.

“Watching TV again?” Paige crouched down in front of him. “Let me watch too.”

Seeing she hadn’t noticed what he was really watching, Enrico let out a silent sigh of relief, cleared his throat, and removed his earphones. “There’s nothing good to watch.”

Rejected.

“…”

Paige’s maternal instincts flared up again. She couldn’t understand why he had suddenly developed such a strong interest in romantic dramas. Now, he wouldn’t even let her watch them with him.

“Why are you here? Aren’t you busy?” Enrico asked casually as he gathered up his earphones, carefully tucking the tablet between himself and the wall, guarding it tightly.

Paige watched his movements, feeling a little bitter. “Do you want me to be busy?”

“You just caused two major corporations to go to war. Even if they don’t suspect you, Rachel’s met you before. Sooner or later, she’ll figure it out. Shouldn’t you be dealing with that?”

Enrico’s eyes were long and deep, tapering at the ends. They were exceptionally beautiful. Perhaps due to his memory loss, his gaze no longer carried the sharpness or arrogance it once did. His edges had softened considerably.

“I thought you weren’t paying attention to what I’ve been doing,” Paige said with a soft laugh, pleasantly surprised by his words.