The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Regret flooded through Paige. If only she had known Enrico was here to mourn his loved ones, she would never have done that.

A bodyguard stood at the doorway. “Mr. Gustin, Miss Clarke has arrived.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Enrico frowned at the news, “Miss Clarke?”

“Senator Malik’s daughter,” the bodyguard replied.

Enrico’s face darkened instantly, his voice turning frosty. “How did she find out about this place?”

“She said she came at your invitation to discuss donations for impoverished children in Africa. I confirmed with the secretary’s office,” the bodyguard reported.

“My invitation?” Paige had assumed Enrico would at least make a phone call to Jaden, who was away on business, to inquire about how this meeting was arranged with the secretary’s office. She wasn’t afraid, having erased all traces of her plan. But he hadn’t done that. His face grew worse and worse, and the hand resting on his knee clenched suddenly.

“I’ll go see her,” Enrico said coldly, rising to leave.

Halfway there, he suddenly turned back, his harsh gaze fixing directly on her, sending chills down her spine.

Abruptly, he strode towards her, grabbing her by the neck and growling, “Heartless bastard!” He had pulled her out of the slums, clothed and fed her, tolerated her antics, and now she dared to scheme against him! Did she think of him as just another pawn in her hands?

Olivia and Susan backed away in fear.

Paige felt bewildered. Why was he suddenly cursing at her? She sat there motionless, not speaking, looking stunned.

“So you like to play games? Fine! I’ll play with you!” Enrico glared fiercely at her before turning to leave.

A bodyguard hurriedly held up an umbrella for him.

Paige sat on the sofa, trying hard to remain calm and analyze the situation.

“Mr. Gustin has always been unpredictable, you know that,” Susan rushed to Paige’s side, patting her back comfortingly. “Don’t be afraid, it’s okay.”

After a moment’s thought, Paige stood up and walked towards the door.

“Miss…”

Paige walked all the way to the door and looked outside. She saw Enrico standing in front of the two tall gravestones. Molly, holding a white umbrella, was walking towards him from the other side of the white pebble path, dressed in a knee-length skirt and delicate makeup, looking innocent and cute.

In the pouring rain, Molly placed the umbrella on one shoulder and smiled as she approached Enrico.

Through the heavy rain, Paige faintly heard Molly sweetly call out, “Mr. Gustin.” Enrico remained motionless, she couldn’t tell if he was angry at this moment.

Molly saw the gravestones, stunned, gazing blankly at the photos on the gravestones.

After a brief pause, she tossed the umbrella aside, placed her hands in front of her, and reverently bowed three times towards the gravestones.

In a moment, Molly was completely drenched by the heavy rain. After bowing, she slowly turned around. “Mr. Gustin, I don’t know who these two are…”

Before she could finish, Enrico suddenly carried her up horizontally and started walking away.

“Ah…” Molly exclaimed softly, looking up at the man above her head in bewilderment. His dark expression made it impossible for her to discern his thoughts.

He actually carried her away? Paige stood at the door, completely stunned by the scene unfolding before her.

“Why did Mr. Gustin carry that woman away?” Olivia panicked. “I thought Mr. Gustin liked our Miss.”

“Men’s hearts change on a whim. Miss is good in every way, except she’s not quite right in the head. Mr. Gustin’s novelty will naturally wear off soon,” Susan lamented.

Susan looked towards Paige sympathetically, seeing her frown as she watched Enrico leave. “See, She isn’t completely clueless. She feels upset too.”

Paige was indeed upset, but not in the way they thought. She was struggling to understand. Hadn’t Enrico himself said he despised artificial women the most?…

Men’s words truly were deceiving. Bryan was like that, and so was Enrico.

This time, it was her mistake.

“Don’t be upset, Miss. You’re so beautiful and innocent. Mr. Gustin will surely come back to see you,” Olivia and Susan rushed to comfort her.

Paige sat down by the door, resting her head in her hands as she looked out at the curtain of rain, glancing occasionally at the two gravestones in the center and then in the direction where Enrico had disappeared with Molly.

It was another building. They hadn’t come out since they went in. Were they already in bed together? Was it that urgent? His late mother and sister’s graves were still here.

The rain subsided for a moment and then intensified again.

Thunder quieted and then roared once more.

Paige was bored stiff, leaning against the door and listening to the rain, and eventually she fell asleep.

At this very moment, Molly was dreamily snuggled against Enrico’s chest. This man controlled the economy of Country A, admired and unreachable by many. She was fortunate enough to be held by him… How wonderful.

Suddenly, she was thrown violently to the ground.

“Ouch…”

Molly cried out in pain, looking pitifully at the man before her.

Enrico stood there, his handsome face now extremely dark.

Terrified, Molly couldn’t help but whimper, “Mr. Gustin, why did you throw me? It hurts so much…”

“Shut your mouth, disgusting,” Enrico sneered at her.

Molly’s face turned pale. “Mr. Gustin…”

What did he mean? He invited her in, then called her voice disgusting?

“Throw her into the adjacent room, out of my sight,” Enrico ordered coldly to the bodyguard who followed behind him.

What? Molly, drenched all over, stared in shock, wide-eyed, as the bodyguard roughly pulled her up from the ground and dragged her towards the nearby room.

She looked at Enrico in disbelief. “Mr. Gustin, what do you mean by this? You invited me, you brought me in here, how can you treat a girl like this… mmph!”

Before she could finish speaking, the bodyguard forcefully covered her mouth.

Pushing her into the adjacent room, the bodyguard whispered urgently, “Shut up. Bitch, are you for death?”

“Mmmph mmmph…” Molly was frustrated enough to almost jump up. She even wore sexy lingerie, and now she’s locked in a room? What was his meaning?

“I’m warning you, if you don’t want to die, you better shut up and stay put!” the bodyguard glared coldly at her before turning and leaving.

“Mr. Gustin…” Molly was about going out, but when she looked into the main hall, she saw Enrico smash a vase violently to the ground. His eyes were filled with anger, freezing her in place. She tried to step forward, but hesitated and withdrew her leg.

The bodyguard slammed the door shut.

Enrico kicked a chair over in front of him and then knocked a floor lamp to the ground in a fit of uncontrollable rage. He sat heavily on the sofa, pulling at his collar with such force that two buttons popped off and fell to the floor.

“Ungrateful fool! It seems I’ve been too kind to her, allowing her to be so audacious. She needs to learn a lesson.”

“You, come here,” Enrico glared at the bodyguard. “Go check on what she’s up to.”

The bodyguard wasn’t stupid; it was clear that “she” couldn’t possibly refer to Molly. Braving the rain, he hurried outside.

Enrico poured himself a drink. It had been a long time since he felt so restless.

Soon, the bodyguard returned.

He asked coldly, “How is she? Is she regretting it?”

The bodyguard kept his head down, afraid to speak.

“Speak!” Enrico demanded.

“She… she fell asleep, sir.”