The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Seeing her hesitation, Enrico’s expression darkened.

She could do this.

She had researched information about Enrico before.

Paige sat there, searching her memory, and after a while, she found an accurate number. “192.”

“Smack!”

Enrico slapped her paper crane flat, his face stern. “That’s with shoes. My bare height is 190.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“You can’t say I’m wrong,” Paige looked him in the eye.

Enrico snorted, begrudgingly acknowledging her answer, “My zodiac sign.”

What kind of questions were these…? Paige forced a smile. “Scorpio.”

“My age.”

“25.”

She answered smoothly.

Fortunately, she had a good memory; otherwise, Enrico would have made her regret it today.

Paige carefully recalled the news she had read before, only to find that Enrico’s questions suddenly escalated. “Which part of my body is most ticklish?”

“The waist,” Paige answered instinctively.

It was only then that she realized this question hadn’t been in the news. She looked at Enrico, who gazed at her with a wicked glint in his eyes. “I thought you didn’t pay attention to me in bed. It seems I misjudged you.”

It wasn’t a matter of paying attention or not; she had noticed several times that whenever she accidentally touched his waist, he would flinch. How could she forget?

“Next question: how many abs do I have?”

Enrico stared at her intently.

Paige pressed her lips together, unwilling to answer. Enrico stood up, placed his hands on the table, and leaned closer to her, his eyes gleaming with danger. “This is a question you can’t skip.”

“Six.”

Paige closed her eyes briefly.

Enrico’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk, clearly pleased with the answer. His tone was teasing. “You seem to know quite well.”

She hadn’t counted them.

It was just that she had a good memory and never forgot what she saw.

“Next question: what is my favorite color?”

Enrico asked, his gaze still fixed on her.

This question was clearly more serious.

“Black,” Paige replied, assuming that because he always wore black, it must be his favorite color.

“Wrong.” Enrico marked her answer with a cross but didn’t seem displeased. “I like white.”

“White?”

Paige was puzzled; she had rarely seen him wear white.

Enrico moved closer to her, his eyes locking onto hers, and parted his lips to say, “I like the white on you.”

After all this time, he was still being playful.

Unable to sit still, Paige stood up, trying to leave. Enrico noticed her intention and held her back with one hand. “Next question…”

“Can I forfeit? Can I not take the test?” This was the only exam in her life she wanted to skip.

“No way. Next question: what is my favorite thing?” Enrico continued asking.

Paige was at her wit’s end when suddenly her phone rang, a timely rescue. She looked at it and said, “It’s the Public Law Council.”

Without another word, she hurriedly stood up from her chair and almost jumped out the door.

Enrico did not stop her this time. He took a small fruit from the fruit plate she had handled and spun it in his hand, a smirk playing on his lips.

His favorite thing… was his little thing-Paige.

Before long, Paige walked in with a smile on her face. “The Public Law Council notified me to start work on Monday.”

“It’s just an internship position that will earn you scorn from others. What’s there to be so happy about?” Enrico remarked with a sidelong glance.

Hearing this, Paige smirked and looked at him with confidence and determination. “When I founded Peak Club, I received plenty of disdain as well. Later, I managed to make those people eat their words.”

That kind of arrogance… why does it remind him so much of himself?

Enrico looked at her and suddenly remembered the day on the city wall, the distance between them, and the coldness that had settled in his eyes.

Forget it.

It’s just an internship position.

That day hasn’t come yet.

Paige was standing by, preoccupied with thoughts about the Public Law Council when Enrico’s voice suddenly reached her ears. “The Public Law Council is not like school; people are more complex, and the methods can be more underhanded. If you notice any issues, do you know who to speak to?”

She could handle it herself, Paige thought. But seeing his deep, serious eyes, she smiled and replied, “If I run into trouble I can’t resolve, I’ll come to you for help.”

Enrico sat there with a cold snort. “Even if you ask, I might not have the time. We’ll see.”

“…”

In a good mood, Paige chose not to argue with him and reached for the fruit.

Just as she picked it up, Enrico grabbed her hand, took the fruit, and even licked her fingertip.

So mean.

…

On Monday, Paige arrived at the Public Law Council on time.

She was stationed on the first floor of the triangular building, in a somewhat relaxed department with few people but an abundance of documents.

It was no surprise to see Rachel in the department.

Rachel was dressed in a work uniform-shirt paired with an A-line skirt and a blazer, looking both delicate and capable.

Paige was not used to the tight A-line skirt and opted for a shirt and long pants instead. It was hot, so she skipped the blazer.

By comparison, Rachel seemed far more formal than Paige.

After a brief self-introduction, Paige took her place while Rachel continued introducing herself to the team.

With every few words, Rachel would cough dramatically, her noble yet frail demeanor igniting the protectiveness of the men around her.

One older man even pushed his chair over for her to sit, allowing her to speak slowly.

“Senior colleagues, you’re too kind. Joss and I are good friends. I’ll sit beside her, and she’ll take care of me.”

Rachel smiled and nodded at everyone before slowly approaching Paige. Standing beside her, she cleared her throat and asked, “Joss, may I sit next to you?”

Paige was uninterested in Rachel. She neither confirmed nor declined but simply adjusted the white earphone wire around her neck and continued reviewing documents.

Rachel looked at Paige with a smile, thinking how audacious Paige was for knowing to wear earphones to avoid her.

Paige was absorbed in her documents. Soon, two men came over to help Rachel sort through files and patiently taught her how to handle the job.

Paige opened her computer to study the work interface.

Rachel moved her chair closer and flashed Paige a faint smile. “Joss, you probably don’t know how to use this work software yet. The senior just taught me, so let me show you.”

Paige pushed a book titled *Job Responsibilities* towards her and said indifferently, “I’ve already read it. I don’t need you to teach me how to do my job.”

Rachel sat there, staring at the book Paige pushed over for a moment before smiling again. “Joss, now that we’re both at the Public Law Council, could you leave school emotions behind?”

So annoying.

Paige looked ahead, where everyone was busy working, and occasionally someone stood up.

She pulled off her earphone, picked up a black folder to shield her view, and turned her head to face Rachel with a cold expression. She gripped Rachel’s chin and roughly pulled her closer.

Rachel was caught completely off guard by the sudden action. Her eyes widened in pain and surprise, and she tried to scream.

Paige’s other hand pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her, her eyes chillingly cold.

Rachel fell silent.

For some reason, Paige’s gaze frightened her.

“Rachel,” Paige said coldly as she held her chin, “make sure you understand: it’s not that I can’t handle you; I just can’t be bothered.”

Rachel wanted to speak but couldn’t due to Paige’s finger and the painful grip on her chin.

“If you can’t keep your mouth shut from now on, I’ll help you with that. How does that sound?”

Paige’s eyes were like ice as she spoke coldly.

Rachel was someone Paige had chosen to stay with Enrico because she was willing to go all out for him. But if she couldn’t stop talking, Paige wouldn’t mind making her mute, and Enrico probably wouldn’t have any major objections at the moment.

Seeing the thought pass through Paige’s eyes, Rachel seemed to genuinely consider how to keep quiet. She panicked and stopped struggling altogether.

“That’s more like it.”

Paige smiled and released her, patting her face twice. “Rachel, remember, if I really decide to play with you, you’ll end up crying.”

Rachel touched her face, unable to say a word.

Paige pushed her and her chair away, then turned her attention back to the documents in her hand.

Much better; it was quieter now.

Paige spent the day familiarizing herself with the work range and processes at the Public Law Council.

Rachel spent the day inciting protective instincts in the men and making the women aware she was Enrico’s valued sister, thus winning their favor and flattery.

Before the end of the workday, Paige went to the restroom.

Just as she was about to leave, she overheard two women chatting outside…