The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Enrico’s hand tightened around the umbrella handle as he coldly glared at the bodyguard. He kicked him and said, “Get out.”

“Yes, yes, Mr. Gustin.”

The bodyguard was immediately knocked to the ground by the kick, frightened to the point of dropping the umbrella. He scrambled to get up and retreat, his face pale.

“…”

Rachel stared at Enrico, who had suddenly appeared. After a moment of fleeting joy, only a sour feeling remained. She struggled to put on a smile, “Enrico.”

Enrico, as if just noticing her, replied coldly, “What are you doing here?”

His voice, though cold, was still pleasing, deep and magnetic, like the most alluring temptation to Rachel’s ears.

With his attention now on her, Rachel’s smile became more natural. “I’m also from the law school. I wanted to find an internship before graduation, and it just so happened that I ran into Joss.”

Paige stood under Enrico’s umbrella, watching Rachel’s smooth performance without saying anything.

“By the way, Joss has been very kind to me, saying she wants to be placed with me to take care of me,” Rachel said with a smile.

Paige didn’t refute her, not because she was trying to embellish herself, but because she deliberately gave Rachel the opportunity.

Hearing this, Enrico looked at Paige with displeasure. “Do you have so much time to take care of others? Don’t you know you should be back at Rose Estate? Don’t my injuries need care?”

Rachel’s smile froze, her face stiffening as if it were about to crack.

Paige smiled faintly. “Understood.”

“Let’s go, back home.” Enrico held the umbrella in one hand and took Paige’s hand to lead her to the car.

Rachel watched them walk away hand in hand, Enrico tilting the umbrella towards her and exposing himself to the sun.

Seeing this, Rachel pressed her hand to her chest, her insides aching unbearably.

“Why are you here?”

Paige approached the red sports car, which automatically sensed her presence and opened the door.

“To see if you’re crying because you did poorly on the exam,” Enrico replied with a sidelong glance.

“I’ve never been afraid of exams, ever,” Paige said confidently, bending to get in. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rachel walking towards them again.

“Enrico, Joss.” Rachel stood in front of them, her face again showing that sincere smile. “May I come with you to Rose Estate? I have some legal questions I’d like to ask Joss.”

She adjusted her demeanor quickly.

Paige remained silent and looked at Enrico, who immediately grew serious, his expression darkening like a summer sky suddenly clouding over.

Paige was surprised; Rachel evidently didn’t expect such a reaction from Enrico, and was momentarily stunned.

“Go to Rose Estate?” Enrico looked at Rachel and suddenly sneered, “You think you’re worthy?”

In the sweltering air, Rachel felt as if she were in an icehouse, shivering with the cold.

“Stay away.”

Enrico spat out the words through clenched teeth, pulling Paige close and guiding her into the car. He then got in from the other side.

The red sports car sped away like a blazing flame.

Rachel stood there, her body trembling involuntarily.

Was Enrico really that disgusted with her? She was willing to sacrifice everything for him, and yet he…

Even after returning to Rose Estate, Enrico’s mood remained sour, as if the mere mention of Rachel’s name was an insult.

Paige followed him out of the car and into the mansion, tentatively asking, “Do you really hate Rachel coming here that much?”

“She’s Leah and Jeremy’s daughter. What makes her think she deserves to come here?” Enrico replied with a mocking laugh.

Rose Estate was not a place everyone could enter.

“But she’s not their biological child,” Paige said.

She thought Rachel was just an adopted daughter and that the animosity between them couldn’t be that deep.

But it seemed she was mistaken today.

If that’s the case, Rachel might never catch up with him no matter how hard she tried.

“What difference does that make?” Enrico glared at her coldly. “I don’t care about your relationship with her. If you let her into Rose Estate, don’t blame me for being unkind.”

Since when did Paige have a good relationship with Rachel?

Paige didn’t say more and just asked, “What do you mean by unkind?”

Still daring to ask?

Enrico pulled her close, lowering his head and looking at her with a devilish gaze. His thin lips hovered near her own, his voice low and sultry. “Don’t worry, I won’t be too harsh. At most, I’ll make you cry with back pain every night and beg me to let you go.”

With that, Enrico cupped her face and kissed her forcefully, savoring her soft lips and exploring.

Paige’s hands rested on his waist, pushing slightly, but he didn’t move.

“Mr. Gustin, Miss Paige, you’re back…”

Olivia cheerfully walked out of the kitchen, but upon seeing the entangled figures in the living room, she stumbled over her words, “I-I didn’t see anything. I’ll go cook.”

Taking advantage of Enrico’s momentary break, Paige quickly pushed him away. “I’ll help Olivia.”

Enrico stood there, his fingertip irritably brushing over his lips.

In the past, this kind of tactless servant would have been kicked out long ago, but she indulged them.

Paige entered the kitchen and found Olivia cutting vegetables while stifling her laughter.

“Olivia…”

Paige looked at her helplessly.

“Eh, I’m just happy seeing you and Mr. Gustin like this, wanted to see you two together all the time.” Olivia wiped her hands and pushed Paige out, “Miss Paige, you should go. There’s nothing to do in the kitchen.”

“I’ll wash the vegetables.”

“Your hands are meant for drawing and handling important tasks, not for the kitchen.” Olivia said firmly, pushing her out, “If you’re bored, go keep Mr. Gustin company.”

Paige didn’t look for Enrico but sat in the dining room, idly folding paper boats and cranes, replaying the scene of Enrico and Rachel’s meeting in her mind.

Given the current situation, it seemed difficult for Rachel to win over Enrico.

But Paige would remain a bystander, not creating opportunities for her.

“Miss, fruit.”

Seeing her bored, Olivia brought a plate of fruit before the meal.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Paige ate a cherry. “It’s quite sweet.”

She reached for another one when someone suddenly bent down behind her, resting a hand on her chair and taking the cherry from her hand with their mouth.

“…”

Paige looked up to see Enrico, now dressed in black loungewear with a low V-neck exposing his pronounced collarbones and just a hint of his chest, lounging comfortably.

He sat down across from her, licking his lips. “Eating so many sweets, I see your teeth might soon be decayed. How will I kiss you if you get a cavity?”

“So, are you going to set up a candy house for me?” Paige responded with a hint of sarcasm.

“Flattering you is one thing, disliking you is another,” Enrico said with a smirk.

Paige had no retort.

Enrico’s gaze fell on her folded paper boats. He picked one up and examined it. “Are you a child, still making these?”

“Just something to pass the time,” Paige replied, “Why are you back so early today?”

It was only noon, and he had come to pick her up and stayed at Rose Estate.

“Children are picked up by their parents after exams,” Enrico replied without hesitation.

If others have it, his little one must have it too.

Paige was speechless. Did he think she was a grade-schooler?

Suddenly, Enrico seemed to have an idea. He looked at her and said, “Since you’ve never been afraid of exams, let me test you with a few questions.”

Was he challenging her?

Paige wasn’t intimidated. “As long as it’s within my knowledge, I can answer.”

Her mind was a palace of memories; even if some knowledge was stored away, she could retrieve it with effort.

“Then let’s see if you’ve actively read relevant information,” Enrico said, staring at her.

“Ask away,” Paige was unafraid of challenges.

Enrico twirled a paper crane in his hand, his eyes deeply focused on her. “My height.”

“Cough-” Paige choked on the fruit in her mouth, quickly spitting out the pit. She looked up and saw Enrico staring at her, waiting for her answer.

So, this question was about him?