The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“What’s going on?”

Nick, Rey, and the others standing on the balcony were all stunned by what they saw.

“Why is Paige picking a fight with these people?” Carrie was shocked. Mr. Mohan wasn’t someone to mess with.

“What are you waiting for? Let’s go down!”

Nick shouted and immediately dashed off.

A man sat on the sofa, holding a glass of strong liquor. From the moment Paige walked in, his eyes were fixed on her. When the sound of the bottle smashing echoed throughout the bar, a deep expression flickered in his gaze. The next second, he threw his glass aside and stood up, heading towards the dance floor.

…

Mr. Mohan stared at the blood on his hand, still in shock. He looked at Paige, dumbfounded. “Who… who are you?”

Paige stood before him and let out a cold laugh, her eyes clear but filled with a deadly intent.

“I’m the one who’s here to take your life.”

With that, she kicked Mr. Mohan in the back of the knee, forcing him to kneel. Holding the broken bottle to his neck, she pushed down on his shoulder, forcing him to turn in the direction of the execution site where Arjun had been shot.

Kneeling, Mr. Mohan suddenly realized what was happening and shouted, “What are you all standing there for? Beat this woman who came out of nowhere!”

He had plenty of men around him.

At his command, his men finally snapped out of it and rushed toward Paige without hesitation. Paige was already surrounded, and now Mr. Mohan’s men closed in even more, leaving her no way out. But she had no intention of escaping.

Paige kept pressing down on Mr. Mohan and kicked the nearest man, sending him flying.

Seeing this, another man tried to hit her from behind with a bottle. Sensing the danger, Paige dodged to the side, her ponytail brushing against her skin, and then a hand in black fingerless gloves appeared in front of her, swiftly disarming the attacker and delivering a brutal elbow strike, causing blood to pour from his nose as he collapsed to the ground.

“…”

Paige looked at the tall man standing before her, the viciousness in her eyes fading slightly as she asked in surprise, “Why are you here?”

It was Enrico.

How did he get here?

Dressed in all black, Enrico stood in front of her, adjusting his cap and giving her a cold glance. “Keeping an eye on you so you don’t ruin the body I’ve worked so hard to heal.”

Arjun was dead; it would have been strange if she didn’t seek revenge.

“I can handle this,” Paige said, guessing that he was here to help.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Mr. Mohan was nothing to her. She didn’t consider him a real threat.

“If you’ve forgotten I’m your man, I’ll write it on a banner and hang it above your bed,” Enrico said, glaring at her as he kicked another man off the dance floor.

“…”

Paige also smashed a man and mercilessly pinned him to the ground. Enrico’s bodyguards rushed in, preparing to separate the crowd. At that moment, another group charged in recklessly. “Are you all insane? You’re fighting my boss in my place! None of you are getting away!”

Paige glanced over and saw Nick and Rey leading the charge with steel pipes in hand, while even Carrie and Mila were furiously slapping people. The blue and green lights of the bar flashed continuously, and the scene quickly turned into utter chaos. The floor was littered with bodies, and the women’s screams were incessant.

Paige took a look but didn’t stop them. She grabbed the bloodied Mr. Mohan and brazenly dragged him through the brawl. Isabella, standing nearby, was so terrified by the chaos that she turned to flee.

Paige glanced back, her eyes cold and sharp as she ordered, “Come here.”

“I… you…” Isabella stammered, backing away in fear.

Paige raised the broken bottle in her hand, blood dripping from its sharp edges, her gaze as chilling as death itself.

Isabella looked at Paige with terror, as if staring at the Grim Reaper.

Half an hour later, the bar was forcibly cleared out, leaving only Enrico and Paige’s people. The bar was in shambles-tables, chairs, and lights were all overturned. A man and a woman were forced to kneel, facing north.

In the dim bar, Mr. Mohan knelt there, his initial anger now replaced by fear as he looked around at the circle of people surrounding him. Nick and the others stood there, glaring coldly at him. There were also several formidable-looking bodyguards. In front of them, a man wearing a cap sat in a red leather chair, casually playing with a box of long matches. He struck a match with his thumb, and with a “sizzle,” a small flame flared up at his fingertips.

The man flicked the match, and the flame landed near Mr. Mohan’s leg, causing him to scream and try to dodge.

“Kneel properly,” the girl in front of him said coldly. She lifted her hand and removed the mask from her face, revealing a cold, emotionless expression with eyes full of murderous intent.

“Aren’t you… that student…”

Mr. Mohan, half his face covered in blood, stared blankly at Paige. He then looked around at the hostile faces surrounding him and asked in frustration, “We have no grudge, so what are you after? Do you even know who my father is?”

“Your father is me!” Nick retorted without hesitation. He then turned to Paige and asked in a low voice, “Paige, how did these two offend you? You even cracked his head open-surely you don’t want to kill them?”

Nick didn’t care about his bar or offending this rich playboy, but he didn’t want Paige to get into trouble.

“Sizzle.”

A small flame singed his arm.

Enrico, sitting there with a dark look in his eyes, snapped, “Back off.”

“…”

Nick immediately stepped back. It seemed his brother-in-law ran a vinegar factory at home.

Paige stood there, looking down at the kneeling Mr. Mohan and Isabella with icy eyes. She didn’t answer Nick because she didn’t know what to say.

If she were her old self, it would be an eye for an eye, a life for a life. But Arjun was a slum fugitive; his death was legal under A-country law, and she couldn’t even take rightful revenge.

Moreover, she couldn’t reveal her reasons without causing herself trouble.

She knew she couldn’t do much to these two today, but it was the seventh day since Arjun’s death, and her patience had run out, especially after seeing this vile couple still using Arjun’s death as gossip.

“Bang.”

Paige tossed two fruit knives in front of them, her voice cold and emotionless. “I’m here for revenge. You can end it yourselves and suffer less pain.”

She admitted she was only trying to scare them.

Upon hearing this, Enrico glanced at her deeply.

Carrie and the others were all stunned. They had seen Paige in action before but had never seen her force someone to commit suicide…