The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Inside, Rachel noticed her gaze was too direct, so she reined it in slightly, smiling as she asked, “Enrico, are you here to pick up Joss? Are you using me as an excuse?”

Even now, Rachel was still in a daze.

Just moments ago, Enrico had suddenly arrived, and the bodyguards had driven all the colleagues out, clearly stating that Mr. Gustin was here to pick up his sister.

To pick up his sister.

She sat there watching Enrico stride in, and her heart hadn’t settled since.

But she knew exactly how Enrico felt about her. She couldn’t get too carried away and had to take things slowly, carefully.

“…”

Enrico sat there, staring at the pen in his hand, spinning it a few more times without answering her, leaving his thoughts unreadable.

Seeing his silence, Rachel smiled again, “Don’t worry, Enrico. I won’t say anything about your relationship with Joss. I’ll keep it a secret. In the future, if you want to pick her up from work, you can use me as an excuse.”

She smiled sincerely.

This way, she could have more opportunities to get closer to him.

Enrico set the pen down and opened the drawer.

The contents were neatly arranged, just like Paige’s meticulous nature.

After checking the drawer, Enrico closed it, then turned to look at Rachel, his gaze deep and captivating, “I’m not here for her. I’m here for you.”

His voice was magnetic, almost bone-chilling.

Rachel was stunned, staring at his deep eyes, her heart skipping a beat.

“Come with me.”

Enrico stood up, leaving Paige’s seat, and walked out.

Rachel sat there for a moment, her heart pounding with excitement. What did he mean?

Had he finally noticed her?

Was he going to ask about her injury?

For more than a year, she had never received any response from Enrico. Now, hearing such words, how could she not be excited?

Rachel took a deep breath, adjusted her smile to the best one she could manage, and stood up gracefully to follow him.

Paige stood outside, watching Enrico and Rachel walk out of the office. He had one hand in his pocket, his expression blank, not even glancing at her as if he didn’t see her at all.

“Enrico, wait for me.”

Rachel glanced at Paige and called out softly, following Enrico, her fingers brushing against his arm.

Enrico glanced at her but didn’t stop, continuing forward.

“…”

Paige stood still, quietly watching their backs, feeling a slight pang in her heart, though her eyes remained calm and unchanged.

So, they were getting together?

That was certainly unexpected.

She had thought Rachel chasing after Enrico would be as long and challenging as her rebuilding the slums.

As soon as Enrico left, the bodyguards followed, leaving the office to them.

Paige looked away, walked into the office, and sat at her desk, turning on her computer to work.

The computer didn’t turn on.

The screen remained black.

What’s wrong with the computer now? Paige was a bit annoyed, clicking the mouse a couple of times. Large blocky characters suddenly appeared on the black screen, dancing arrogantly.

**”Did you miss me?”**

Paige was silent.

Wasn’t he here for Rachel? And yet he still messed with her computer?

So why did he go to Rachel then?

Paige typed away at the keyboard, unlocking the black screen and opening the file she intended to print. However, as she glanced at the document about the slums, her motivation waned.

Maybe she should check on Enrico and Rachel, see how things were progressing between them.

With this excuse in mind, Paige stood up and walked out.

…

Rachel followed Enrico into a conference room. A conference room? Rachel was puzzled. “Enrico, did you have something to tell me?” she asked.

Could it be about her injury, or the family matters? Those could be discussed at home-there was no need to come to the Public Law Council.

Two bodyguards entered, stepped on chairs, and dismantled the room’s cameras. After they swiftly completed the task, they left, closing the door behind them. Now, only Rachel and Enrico remained in the room.

“Enrico…” Rachel said, even more confused. What was going on?

Enrico stood in front of her, his back turned. He slowly loosened his tie and then removed his wristwatch. Rachel walked towards him, but Enrico suddenly turned around. His face was devoid of the smile he had while sitting in Paige’s seat. Now, it was filled with a cold, sharp intensity, his long, narrow eyes deep and unfathomable, as if hiding a bottomless abyss.

Rachel suddenly felt a surge of fear.

Enrico rolled up his sleeves and took a step towards her. Rachel instinctively backed away. “Enrico, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me,” she said, her voice trembling.

“Scared of what?” Enrico sneered. “Guilty conscience?”

“I haven’t done anything,” Rachel shook her head, continuing to retreat. She admired this man-his features, his arrogance, his ruthlessness when holding a gun-but she also feared his violent anger.

“Stop,” Enrico ordered, his voice colder than ice.

Rachel froze, staring at him in terror, gasping for breath. Suddenly, she rushed forward, wrapping her arms around his waist, her voice quivering, “Enrico, don’t be like this, please… ah!”

Enrico shoved her away, his eyes filled with even more fury. His hand, with its defined knuckles, suddenly gripped her slender neck, pressing her back against the wall with force. His gray eyes flashed with a mix of disgust and bloodlust.

“Bang!”

Rachel slammed into the wall with a loud thud, her bones nearly shattering. She looked at Enrico in disbelief, struggling to speak through his grip, “Enrico, I’m your sister…”

No matter what, she was the Gustins’ daughter, his sister. According to his mother’s will, he couldn’t kill her.

“And then?” Enrico sneered, his tone dripping with malice. “Does that mean you can mess with my woman?”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Rachel’s blood ran cold at his words. For a moment, she didn’t even know what he was referring to, frantically shaking her head. “No, I didn’t. Enrico, you must be misunderstanding something.”

“Do you think I came here today to listen to your excuses?” Enrico mocked, tightening his grip and lifting her higher.

Rachel’s back pressed against the cold wall as her feet gradually left the ground. The suffocating sensation overwhelmed her, and she widened her eyes in fear, desperately trying to pry his hand away, but it was useless.

Death was right before her.

Her face turned bright red, her throat too constricted to utter a word. She looked at the man in front of her, the coldness in his eyes telling her he had no affection for her at all.

Why…

What did she lack compared to Paige? She would die for him, yet he was willing to kill her for Paige?

A tear slid down her cheek.

Enrico stood before her, his eyes devoid of any warmth, as he continued to lift her higher by her neck.

Rachel hung there, in pain and unable to breathe, her mind clouded by darkness. Her hands gradually lost strength, slowly dropping to her sides.

Suddenly, Enrico let go. Rachel fell heavily to the ground, the pain excruciating as oxygen rushed back into her body. She sat there, disheveled, tears streaming down her face as she gasped for air, trembling as she looked at the man’s straight legs in front of her.

After a long pause, Enrico crouched down in front of her, his eyes locked onto hers, his tone as dark as ever. “Rachel, stay away from my woman.”

Rachel looked at him in fear, her lips drained of color.

“I don’t care if you meant to or not,” Enrico said coldly, “but if anyone else goes near my woman with a snake or anything else because of you…”

So it was about that incident. Luckily, it wasn’t about the two times she had tried to kill Paige. She knew how ruthless Enrico could be. Fortunately, she had been very discreet both times, leaving no evidence behind.

Rachel slumped on the ground, hurriedly saying, “I didn’t do it. That snake had nothing to do with me. I would never hurt Joss, I like her too much. It was those people trying to curry favor with me who hurt Joss. I was devastated. If Joss got hurt because of it, I wouldn’t be able to…”

“Then you should just die.”

Enrico’s eyes were as dark as ever as he crouched in front of her. “You’re just an adopted daughter. I kept you around because you seemed honest and obedient. But if your existence gets in the way of my woman, I have a hundred ways to make you kill yourself, even if I don’t do it with my own hands.”

Rachel’s face turned deathly pale at his words, her fear overwhelming her as she stared at him.

Yet despite everything, she couldn’t bring herself to hate him. She just couldn’t accept it. Why could he do so much for Paige, but care so little for her?

“Do you understand?” Enrico asked, his tone menacing.

“I understand.” Rachel nodded stiffly. “I’ll stay away from her. I won’t let anyone try to hurt her to win my favor.”

“This is your last chance,” Enrico warned darkly. “If anyone touches her again, even if it’s just to mess with her files, you’d better find a rope and hang yourself before I come looking for you.”