The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Forget it, forget it. Let’s not watch that disgusting Mr. Mohan. Let me show you some other rich kids from The Capital’s upper circles. Look over here… Wait, what’s that?”

Nick was leaning against the railing, looking down at the people below, when he suddenly shouted.

“What’s wrong?” The others looked at him in confusion.

“Is that my brother-in-law?” Nick pointed in a direction.

Everyone looked down.

The lighting in the bar was generally dim, with only a few blue and green light strips flickering around with the music. Nick’s bar was at its peak of business, extremely busy, but amidst the crowded sea of people, there was a particular booth that could be described as spacious.

Around the booth stood a circle of men in sharp suits, wearing masks, with their hands clasped in front of them, standing straight. Just by their posture, you could tell they had bulging muscles, clearly strong and likely bodyguards.

The large leather sofa was long, offering plenty of space, yet only one man was sitting on it. The man sat there, dressed in dark tones that blended subtly into the bar’s shadows. He leaned back lazily, crossing his long legs, holding a glass of strong liquor, though he hadn’t taken a sip.

Because he was wearing a hat, his face couldn’t be seen from this angle.

Some people’s presence is impossible to ignore, even in the deepest abyss.

At least in Nick’s group, there was only one person who could exude such a menacing aura without showing his face-his brother-in-law.

Many girls in the bar also sensed the man’s extraordinary presence, twisting their waists as they tried to approach him, only to be coldly and mercilessly pushed away by the bodyguards.

The man just sat there, spinning the glass in his hand, seemingly gazing in the direction of the dance floor, though it was unclear what he was looking at.

“Did your brother-in-law come to support your bar?” Rey asked, puzzled.

“Paige didn’t even come, why would he show up to support my bar?” Nick was confused. “Why don’t we go down and check? If it really is him, we should say hello.”

Otherwise, if his brother-in-law got upset, he might break some fingers.

And that hurts-a lot!

“Alright.” Carrie nodded. This kind of etiquette was expected at the Peak Club.

Just as they were about to go down, Mila suddenly gasped, “Oh my God, look who that is!”

What’s up with all these surprised reactions?

Everyone leaned over to look down and saw a slender figure in white slowly emerging from the colorful, dim lighting.

Upon closer inspection, it was a tall girl.

She was wearing a white tracksuit, with the jacket zipped all the way up to the top, her high ponytail standing out among the crowded bar. Not only because she was dressed in white, but also because her outfit was completely out of place in a bar-it looked like she had just come from school.

The girl was wearing a white mask, revealing only her eyes.

“Paige?”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

“What’s going on? Is Paige and your brother-in-law here to surprise you?” Carrie asked, perplexed by the unexpected arrival.

“I have no idea.” Nick was equally confused. Didn’t Paige say she wasn’t coming?

But that must be Paige, right? That kind of aura is rare.

The girl was indeed Paige. Tonight was the first time she had stepped out of Rose Estate since Arjun’s death.

She stood in the noisy crowd of the bar, watching the men and women dancing wildly in the dance floor.

She recognized the woman’s face; she had seen her in Arjun’s basement.

At that time, the woman had kissed Arjun’s cheek. Now, she stood in the middle of the dance floor, letting a man’s hand slip up her short skirt without any restraint, under the watchful eyes of many.

Paige stood there, calmly watching the two of them tangled together in the dance.

The crowd around them continued to cheer, pushing the atmosphere to higher and higher peaks.

As the song ended, the pair showed no signs of leaving the dance floor, with many people flattering the man and crowding around the edge of the dance floor. Paige was also pushed a few steps forward.

“Don’t talk nonsense. Our Isabella is as pure as can be. I had her fully checked at the hospital; she hasn’t been tainted by that slum rat. Don’t spread rumors about me!” The man, embracing the woman, punched the person beside him as he spoke.

Paige raised her gaze, looking on coldly.

“Yes, yes.” The people around him quickly agreed, “Mr. Mohan, I heard that slum rat has been sentenced to death?”

“Of course.” Mr. Mohan replied arrogantly, giving the woman beside him a hard kiss, “Competing with me for a woman? A slum rat like him? He should be grateful I even looked at his woman, right?”

The woman in his arms forced a smile and obediently clung to him.

Someone nearby, drinking, laughed, “Isabella, you’re pretty ruthless too. You were once in love with him, but you turned around and sold him out to the police?”

The woman named Isabella, leaning on Mr. Mohan, gave a reluctant smile, lowering her eyes, “He didn’t know his place, kept getting in my way. Besides, how could he compare to our Mr. Mohan?”

“Well said.” The people around burst into laughter.

A slum rat’s life was just a joke to them.

Paige stood among the crowd, her eyes exceptionally calm-so calm they held no light at all.

She took out her phone and, in the noisy environment, called Nick.

“Hello, Paige? It’s really you! You actually came!” Nick shouted excitedly from the other side.

Paige didn’t bring the phone to her ear, just held it by her lips as she looked at the man and woman surrounded by the crowd, and calmly said, “Nick, I’m going to wreck your bar. If you can’t keep it open, I’ll buy you a new one.”

She couldn’t wait for those two to leave the bar.

After finishing, without waiting for Nick’s reaction, Paige hung up the phone and put it back in her pocket.

Paige adjusted her collar and looked at the girl selling drinks who was squeezing in with an ice bucket, casually grabbing a bottle. Her slender, fair fingers gripped the neck of the bottle.

Mr. Mohan, still holding the woman, was laughing uncontrollably on the high dance floor, completely unaware of the danger approaching.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

The place was packed.

Paige pushed through the crowd and got closer, directly stepping onto the edge of the dance floor, then leaped in front of the two of them.

The blue light fell on her pure white clothes.

Mr. Mohan was startled by her sudden appearance, but then, seeing her clear, innocent eyes under the mask, he raised an eyebrow and reached out to touch her. “Where did this high schooler come from, wearing a mask? Come, let me take a look…”

Paige’s eyes turned icy as she raised the bottle in her hand and smashed it down diagonally, aiming just above his ear.

Mr. Mohan’s voice was cut off instantly.

The entire place fell silent.

“Bang!”

The sound of the bottle breaking against Mr. Mohan’s head echoed through the room.

He stared dumbfounded at the white figure in front of him, too shocked to even cry out in pain, just lifting his hand to touch his head, finding it wet.

It was blood!

Everyone was stunned, including the woman in Mr. Mohan’s arms. They all stared in a daze at the girl who had suddenly appeared.

What was happening?

Was she crazy? She dared to provoke the famous Mr. Mohan of The Capital? Did she have a death wish?