The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige turned her gaze and saw a luxury car parked by the roadside. The back door was open, and a young woman stood before it, wearing a flowing, artistic-style long dress. Amid the falling leaves, the scene appeared almost picturesque.

It was Rachel.

Paige hadn’t expected to see Rachel here and frowned.

“I’ll go get Mr. Gustin,” Angie said, preparing to open the car door, but Paige stopped her, leaving Angie bewildered.

“He’s away from me now, and he’ll have to face this sooner or later,” Paige said. The only thing she could do now was watch from a distance.

She glanced at Enrico, who was hiding by the wall, clearly trying to avoid Rachel. He was already learning how to protect himself. A slight, bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Rachel stood in front of the car, gazing up at the distant mansion. She slowly walked forward, her high heels clicking softly on the ground, stopping just outside the closed courtyard gate.

The mansion’s exterior was weathered, showing signs of age. A bird perched on the window frame, sometimes looking out into the distance, sometimes pecking at something on the ledge.

Two bodyguards carrying gasoline cans stood behind Rachel.

As the cold wind blew, Rachel shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, coughing twice but showing no intention of leaving.

Seeing this, one of the bodyguards couldn’t help but say, “Miss Rachel, you don’t need to handle this personally. We can take care of it.”

Rachel, lost in her thoughts, gazed at the mansion, lost in memories. She sighed softly, “Enrico grew up here. I heard his life was tough back then, with the servants mistreating him and his sister. Thinking about it, Enrico never really had an easy life.”

He had once forced Jeremy to step down with a gun, shining brightly for a moment, only to lose his mind shortly after. It had been just two years.

“This house is so old; it’s on the verge of collapse even if we don’t touch it,” the bodyguard added.

“True.” Rachel sighed.

She had only come to see where Enrico had lived. She had even considered going inside, but knowing that Paige had also stayed there for some time made her change her mind. Was this place their love nest?

She had taken Enrico to the seaside, but Paige had come to snatch him back. If she burned this place down, would Paige be able to stay hidden?

Rachel took two steps back and finally gave the order, “Do it.”

At her command, the two bodyguards moved forward with the gasoline cans.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A cold male voice suddenly rang out from the side of the wall.

That voice…

Rachel froze in shock, turning her head in disbelief. From the corner of the wall, a tall figure slowly emerged.

As the leaves swirled in the air, the man walked out, his tall and slender figure cutting through the fallen leaves. He had a piercingly cold presence, and with his long legs and imposing aura, his sharp brows accentuated his icy eyes. Just one glance from him could steal one’s soul.

“Enrico?”

Rachel stared at him in shock, first mesmerized by his stunning features, then filled with fear. Instinctively, she took two steps back, letting the two bodyguards stand in front of her, even preparing to flee.

But something didn’t seem right.

Rachel stopped herself, planting her feet firmly as she gazed at Enrico again.

His face was pale from years of avoiding the sun, with veins visible on his forehead. His long, narrow eyes, with their slightly upturned corners, and the eerie gray tint to his pupils were unsettling. His gaze was cold, chilling to the bone, yet lacked the madness she had feared.

Rachel’s first thought was that Enrico had never actually gone mad, that it had all been an elaborate ruse. But then she reconsidered-who would stage a three-year deception, allowing the Gustin Group to fall apart?

“Enrico, are you cured?” Rachel cautiously asked, still full of doubt.

Wasn’t the AS schizophrenia gene supposed to be exclusive to the Davis family, a rare, incurable disease? How could he possibly recover?

The Enrico before her showed no signs of the illness.

Enrico stared at her coldly, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. “What? Do you want me to stay sick?”

His words were clear, without a trace of confusion.

Rachel’s face paled, and she forced an awkward smile. “Of course not, Enrico. I’m really happy to see you healthy again. Are you really better?”

For some reason, the Enrico standing before her seemed different from the one she had known before. It was the same face, but something was off.

Enrico didn’t answer her. Instead, his icy gaze fell on the gasoline cans in the hands of the bodyguards. “Are you going to burn my place down?”

His words were calm, but his eyes slowly filled with a dangerous intensity.

That look made Rachel’s hands and feet turn cold. She quickly motioned for the bodyguards to step back. “Enrico, let me explain. I was just putting on a show, trying to force Paige to come out. This is your place-I would never really burn it down.”

“You’re burning my place to force Paige out?”

Enrico looked at her like she was an idiot.

“…”

Rachel hadn’t expected to run into Enrico here, so she hadn’t prepared an excuse. Since she had none, she decided not to say anything and asked instead, “Enrico, why are you here alone? Where’s Paige? Are you two still together?”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Rachel had scanned the area. There was no one else with Enrico-not even Jaden, and Paige was nowhere to be seen.

Enrico stood there, staring at her coldly for a long time. Then his lips barely moved as he said one word, “Leave.”

“…”

Rachel froze, her face turning ashen as she prepared to leave.

But in the next moment, something didn’t feel right. She had been about to burn Enrico’s house-Rose Estate no less-and all he said was to leave? Was it because he didn’t have his men with him?

No, she thought. Enrico had once walked through a heavily guarded manor alone, making his way to the study without anyone stopping him. The guards weren’t even a challenge for him. Now, she only had two bodyguards, and he was just letting her go so easily?

Had three years of lying in bed weakened his skills?

Thinking this, Rachel no longer wanted to leave. She looked at Enrico and smiled. “Enrico, I’m so glad to see you again. It’s almost lunchtime. How about I treat you to a meal?”

“Leave.” Enrico, not wanting her to realize he had lost most of his memory, repeated the word, his voice flat and emotionless.

Rachel stood there, looking at the man she had secretly loved for so many years. She wanted to approach him but was also afraid. She bit her lip and softly said, “Enrico, you know, I’m not the same person who once needed the Gustin family’s villa for protection. I’ve built my own power now. I have a proposition for you, one I think you’ll find very interesting.”

In the distance, a car sat quietly behind a few withered trees.

Paige was seated in the driver’s seat, watching the two figures near the courtyard. From such a distance, she couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Suddenly, Rachel leaned in close to Enrico, standing on tiptoe to whisper something in his ear.

Leaves swirled in the wind, spiraling around the two of them.