The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Nick sat up top, watching Bobby and the others, all well-dressed, approaching, their arrival lively and bustling.

Whether it was the alcohol or something else, Nick felt a bit dazed, as if he was seeing the past-when everyone used to huddle together, planning how to challenge the Elite Club…

Rey turned, spotting Bobby and his crew. Overcome with emotion, he walked up and gave Bobby a big hug.

“You’ve made quite the name for yourself. Even in our research institute, I hear your name all the time.” Rey playfully punched Bobby.

“I can’t compare to you, working on chip technology and carrying such a huge responsibility.” Bobby returned the punch with a grin.

Since they hadn’t seen each other for years, the conversation felt a bit stilted. After a few exchanges, the atmosphere turned awkward, and nobody could find the right words to break the ice.

Sensing the tension, Rey, holding a beer can, looked up at Nick, who was still sitting on the roof. “Nick, you were the one who called us here. Aren’t you going to come down and say something?”

Nick counted the people below-one, two, three… eight in total, including himself.

“Hmm… we’re still missing Carrie, the superstar. That woman didn’t even listen to my voice message. Her attitude’s getting worse by the day.”

Someone chimed in, “I saw in the news that Carrie’s at some event. Maybe she can’t bring her phone, so she didn’t get your message.”

Bobby also looked up at Nick. “By the way, how did you know we were being followed?”

Nick climbed down from the roof, and Rey started laughing, explaining, “Our Nick is a bar owner now, and that place has some serious connections. While we were talking on the phone, he sensed something was off. He described the person following him, and wouldn’t you know it, I had someone dressed the same way hanging around me all day too.”

The warehouse door was locked and rusted shut, no matter how much they banged on it. A couple of the guys decided to gather some dry branches nearby and lit a fire in front of the warehouse, both for light and warmth.

With no seats available, the guys took off their jackets, laid them on the ground, and sat around the fire in a circle.

Mira stretched her hands toward the fire and asked Nick and Rey, “How did you figure out that all of us were being followed?”

Rey answered, “Nick and I hadn’t been in close contact these past couple of years. If we were being watched simultaneously, what’s the common thread? It had to be the Peak Club.”

Everyone immediately understood.

The reason Nick and Rey were targeted had to do with their only connection: the Peak Club.

So, Nick and Rey had called everyone, warning them to shake off their followers and meet here to figure things out.

Nick grabbed a case of beer, opened it up, and tossed cans to everyone. Bobby caught his and frowned with uncertainty. “Could this be about what happened at Gangnam Hall three years ago?”

In their understanding, Paige’s fake death and escape occurred at Gangnam Hall, not in the fire.

“Three years later, and now it’s coming to light? How would that even happen?” someone questioned.

Mira, holding her unopened beer can, suddenly tensed up. “Could something have happened to Paige?”

At her words, everyone’s faces changed in the firelight. Nick’s expression turned grim. “Impossible! Isn’t she protected by her brother-in-law?”

The group fell silent, their looks conveying the same thought.

The Gustin Group was no longer the giant it once was. Was her brother-in-law still that same invincible man?

Paige hadn’t been heard from in three years, and the Gustin Group’s continued failure wasn’t exactly good news.

Nick crushed his empty beer can, his breathing heavy. Finally, he clenched his teeth. “I want to find Paige.”

Everyone looked at him like he was dreaming. “How? Are you just going to show up at the Gustin Group’s headquarters?”

“Take all of you hostage, and Paige is bound to come out.” A strange voice suddenly interrupted.

Everyone turned in shock to see a group of men in black tactical gear, stepping through the weeds toward them. In an instant, the eight of them were surrounded.

Each of the intruders held a weapon, be it rifles or submachine guns. They were armed to the teeth.

The air grew tense with danger.

Everyone’s faces turned pale.

Nick, bewildered, glanced at their uniforms. These weren’t the same people who had tailed him earlier. Was it a different group?

The campfire crackled, sending occasional sparks into the air.

The atmosphere was suffocating with tension.

The eight of them quickly huddled together, shielding Mira and the other woman in the middle.

The guns were all aimed at them, and one misfire would mean a life lost.

“Renowned architects, scientists, prosecutors, and pharmacologists-what an honor. I never imagined I’d meet so many distinguished people in one place.” The leader, a huge and muscular man, couldn’t hide the bulk of his muscles even beneath his clothes. He grinned arrogantly. “It seems Miss Rachel was right. The fact that Carrie designed the Smith and Grissom families’ estates proves she never betrayed Paige, that little fugitive from the slums. Since Carrie didn’t, neither did any of you.”

The eight of them looked at each other, completely confused by what he was saying.

Carrie? What did this have to do with Carrie?

“Carrie’s been too well-protected, so I had no choice but to come after all of you. Really, I should thank Nick for being so vigilant. If he hadn’t shaken off his followers, I wouldn’t have been able to track you all here.”

The muscular man casually stroked his rifle. “Now, let’s go. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even arrange a reunion between you and that slum fugitive.”

Nick finally realized what was happening and frowned. “Are you here for Paige?”

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The man gestured for them to follow, and when they hesitated, he raised his gun. “If you don’t come, don’t blame me for what happens next.”

Nick stepped forward, shielding the group. “You know who we are. You should also know we’re all crucial talents in our country. If even one of us gets hurt, you’ll be facing the death penalty.”

The man lost his patience, raising his gun again. “Looks like you don’t know what’s good for you. Get them!”

His command sent the group rushing forward to grab them. The two women screamed in terror at the sight of it all.

Nick grabbed a burning stick from the fire and swung it at one of the attackers, causing the man to scream in pain.

The muscular leader grew furious and aimed his gun at Nick. But before he could pull the trigger, the sudden roar of gunfire filled the air, loud and deafening.

Outside the school, fireworks exploded into the sky, their brilliant colors masking the sounds of the shots.

“Get down!” A cold voice suddenly called out.