The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige now had the funds, and calculating the time, by the time she finished dealing with the slum issues and got everyone off Wind Island, the properties here would likely be ready for occupancy. She wouldn’t have to sleep rough anymore.

“Are you, you, you saying you want to buy two hundred units now? Are you planning to hoard properties?” The sales representative’s eyes widened in shock. Was this really a real estate transaction? Though some big financial groups did acquire properties from The Gustin Group, it was never done this way.

“It’s not about hoarding properties. I’m buying them for different people. If you’re worried, we can sign a pre-purchase agreement,” Paige said calmly.

The sales representative was stunned. Looking at the young woman sitting there, she wanted to ask if she was joking, but her professional demeanor made her politely bow and say, “I can’t make that decision. I’ll need to consult with my superior.”

“Alright.”

Paige had time today and didn’t mind waiting.

The sales representative turned and left, her high heels clacking unevenly as she walked, unable to hide her shock.

Paige sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, slightly in the corner, sipping her coffee. It was somewhat bland.

Her tastes had been spoiled by Enrico, who always fed her the finest food and drink.

Paige shook her head with a smile and lowered her gaze to her phone.

The main door was pushed open, and a waft of high-end perfume accompanied by a breeze entered.

Two middle-aged women dressed in luxurious attire walked in, wearing sunglasses and strutting confidently.

The sales representative immediately greeted them, serving them with a beaming smile.

“Good day, ladies. Please sit this way.”

The sales representative led them to a table not far from Paige and introduced them warmly.

“Do you have any ready-to-move-in properties?” One of the wealthy ladies, adorned with sparkling jewelry, removed her sunglasses and lifted her chin. “I’ve been abroad for years and now want to buy a fully decorated house directly. Price isn’t an issue.”

The sales representative apologized, “I’m sorry, madam, but The Gustin Group doesn’t have ready-to-move-in properties.”

All the pre-sale units had been snapped up; there were no ready properties available.

“What kind of attitude is this? I know how your real estate business works. You always have some ready-to-move-in units reserved for dignitaries. I’ve told you, price isn’t an issue. I want a ready property.”

The wealthy lady was immediately displeased, her voice loud enough for the entire hall to hear.

Many people turned to look, and the sales representative was embarrassed. “Ladies…”

“I’m not talking to a salesperson. Get someone in charge who can make decisions!”

The two ladies rolled their eyes, clearly disdainful of the sales representative.

Paige was playing with her phone and found the noise a bit bothersome. She glanced over at the two wealthy ladies, who were heavily made up, their features somewhat blurred.

She found them vaguely familiar but didn’t pay much attention.

The sales representative, unable to handle their demands, agreed to check with the manager.

“I told you, these salesgirls have no real power. They’re just jabbering away. They don’t have any ready properties,” one of the wealthy ladies scoffed.

“Yeah, but the coffee is actually pretty good,” the other lady said, taking a sip and then noticing Paige sitting there. She stared at her for a moment, puzzled, and nudged her companion to take a closer look.

The companion glanced at Paige, confused. “What’s the matter?”

“Doesn’t she look like…” The wealthy lady was unsure and hesitant to confirm in her mind.

…

In the VIP room upstairs in the sales office, the temperature was pleasantly moderated, with floral scents filling the air. The solid wood table was adorned with exquisite English pastries and red tea.

Rachel sat there, signing a document and handing it to the manager beside her. “Sell this property quickly.”

Rachel’s expression was quite distressed.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Since Paige shot at Jeremy last time, Enrico had confined Jeremy and Leah to the estate and cut off their living expenses. When Jeremy needed expensive collectibles and wines, he could only ask her to buy them. However, she couldn’t afford so much money, so Jeremy asked her to sell properties.

If she kept selling, besides Enrico, the rest of their family would be left with no assets.

“Yes, Miss Rachel.”

The general manager, with a respectful demeanor, took the document and glanced at the girl kneeling on the floor before turning and leaving.

The VIP room door closed behind them.

“Rachel, please help me. Since leaving Capital University, no other school will accept me.”

The girl kneeling on the floor was Nancy, who had been expelled from university. With red eyes, she clutched Rachel’s hand, desperately pleading.

She was truly at the end of her rope.

Back at Capital University, she was a top student. Now, she was nothing.

She thought of Rachel, who had a kind personality, hoping Miss Gustin, known for her kindness, would help. Unfortunately, after much effort, she only managed to catch Rachel today.

Rachel sat there, clearing her throat and taking a sip of red tea, feeling impatient.

Nancy was a useless pawn to her now, and she didn’t want to deal with her, but she still encountered her today.

Setting down her tea cup, Rachel looked at Nancy with a polite smile. “You look ridiculous kneeling. Get up.”

“I won’t. Just help me. I can work for you, really.”

Nancy looked at Rachel, begging.

She had followed Molly and then Rachel, accustomed to high society’s luxury. Now, back to her former self, she couldn’t bear it.

“It’s not that I don’t want to help, but I genuinely can’t,” Rachel said with a troubled expression. “You know, Elite Club has been overshadowed by Peak Club. My words carry no weight.”

“Is it Joss again?”

Nancy was stunned, despairingly slumping back down and banging the floor. “Why is she everywhere!”

Indeed, why was she everywhere?

Rachel sighed bitterly.

“Cough, cough.” Rachel coughed a few times, took another sip of her red tea, unable to taste anything.

Her chest felt tight and uncomfortable.

Her health had worsened after taking an arrow for Enrico, and the one arrow hadn’t brought any real benefit.

She couldn’t get close to Enrico, nor dare she harm Paige, fearing Enrico’s retaliation.

She was finished.

Rachel forced a bitter smile, picked up her bag, and stood up to leave.

“Rachel, don’t go.” Nancy, not willing to let go of her last hope, stood up and chased after her.

**After leaving the VIP room, Rachel suddenly felt a discomfort in her stomach. Seeing that the restroom was ahead, she walked over.**

Nancy followed closely behind.

Before she could enter, a middle-aged woman’s voice came from inside:

“Doesn’t she look like Paige? Remember, the Malik MP? We used to play mahjong with the Clarkes and Kathy. They had a little girl who was thin and weak, but had a very perceptive pair of eyes.”