The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

After Enrico left, Paige didn’t have much time to relax. She found herself constantly running between school and The Public Law Council, and between Rose Estate and a private villa. Gradually, she spent less time at Rose Estate and more at the villa.

In the serene and picturesque villa, Paige sat in front of an easel, sketching with a pencil, her strokes precise and deliberate. Not far from her stood two tall tombstones, each bearing the photo of a woman. The portraits she was drawing were of these two women.

Nearby, the little dolphin played quietly, not disturbing her as it excitedly ran around the villa, occasionally bringing flowers or small items to lay beside Paige.

“What kind of gift requires you to stay at the villa to prepare?” Paige had a thick stack of papers next to her, which were the materials for her upcoming speech. A phone, set on speaker, lay on top of the papers, with Enrico’s voice coming through.

He was growing increasingly curious about what gift she was preparing.

Paige continued sketching as she replied, “You’ll find out when you return. If you can’t wait, you can have someone check it for you.”

After all, the villa was his. If he really wanted to see the gift, there wasn’t much she could do to stop him.

“No way. My gift isn’t for others to see first,” Enrico said. Even from across a ten-hour flight, Paige could sense his dissatisfaction. He was clearly very curious but wouldn’t let anyone else take a look for him.

She knew he would react this way, so she felt secure in her work.

After finishing her drawing by day, she could begin preparing the gift in the evening.

Occasionally, the sound of keyboard typing came through the phone, indicating that Enrico was probably working. As Paige continued to draw, he asked, “Your speech is in three days?”

“Yes,” Paige replied.

This speech was crucial for her to garner support, as she had just applied to become a member of the council. Fortunately, she was already quite popular, thanks to the lingering fame from the Peak Club competition, the support of her peers, and the fact that she was a young member of The Public Law Council, with the President’s endorsement. All these factors had generated considerable buzz online.

As a result, the venue for the speech had been changed multiple times, each time to a larger space to accommodate more citizens. Even television stations and online platforms had agreed to broadcast her speech live.

“Nervous?” Enrico asked.

“I’m not nervous.”

She had planned every step leading up to this level of attention. The more people who focused on her, the better she could rally support. She was more excited than anything else, with no room for nerves.

While drawing, Paige suddenly remembered something and put down her pencil. “Enrico, have you found out the cause of Mr. Mohan and Isabella’s car accident?”

That night, she had gone to the bar to confront Mr. Mohan and his associates. Shortly afterward, they were kidnapped. Enrico’s bodyguards quickly gave chase, and with their skill, they caught up in record time. However, by the time they arrived, Mr. Mohan and Isabella were already dead, their throats slit in the car.

The incident happened on a road without surveillance cameras. The killers had acted swiftly, leaving no trace, much like professional assassins. While Mr. Mohan’s brash behavior had earned him many enemies, the timing of their deaths-right after Paige’s confrontation-struck her as odd.

“There’s nothing to find. The killers left no trace. I’ve already sent people to look into which assassin organization took the job,” Enrico said, his tone darkening.

Paige’s thoughts had mirrored his.

“I couldn’t find anything either.” Despite the Lautners’ diminished intelligence network, it was still functional. Yet even after an exhaustive search, they found nothing. Paige had visited the scene herself and found not a single clue. She had the unsettling feeling that someone in the shadows was watching her.

“If they sold you out before they died…” Enrico didn’t finish his sentence.

Hearing this, Paige instinctively glanced at the bracelet on her wrist and said, “If they really had sold me out, why didn’t the other party keep them alive to expose me? Why kill them instead?”

It didn’t add up.

The killer must have had a reason for eliminating them, and she couldn’t shake this troubling mystery.

“It’s unsettling,” Paige admitted.

“I’ll have bodyguards disguised as security personnel at your speech to maintain order,” Enrico said.

“Alright, but I don’t expect any issues during the speech.”

Paige thought for a moment and added, “It’s more likely that Mr. Mohan’s death was just a coincidence, caused by another enemy. That’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

Although she didn’t fully believe this herself, she saw no need to worry Enrico, who was far away. She would handle the situation herself.

“I’ll feel better knowing someone’s watching over you,” Enrico said. “After the speech, leave immediately and go home. Don’t linger or interact with too many people.”

Paige chuckled. “What do you mean by ‘people’?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Enrico’s deep, magnetic voice came through the phone, “Anyone other than me.”

Each word was possessive and commanding.

Paige couldn’t help but laugh. No distance could diminish his intense possessiveness. She picked up her pencil again. “Alright, I know. I’m always careful and won’t let anything happen.”

Enrico knew she was cautious. If she weren’t, he would have made her cancel the speech altogether.

…

In the remaining days, Paige put her schoolwork and job on hold, focusing solely on the gift and her speech preparations. Before she knew it, the day of the speech arrived.

The venue was set at the old Public Law Council plaza, where a century-old building stood. The structure was now dilapidated, but its sharp edges hinted at its former glory. The plaza in front of the building was vast.

Normally a desolate spot, it was now packed with people.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

The fact that she was a council member with no ties to any powerful financial groups had already drawn considerable attention.

As more citizens gathered, security presence doubled, and then doubled again, creating pathways through the crowd to ensure everything could be controlled.

Parked on the grass beside the building was a business car, with its door open. Inside, sitting on a leather seat near the door, was a young woman dressed in casual white, clean and fresh, a far cry from the usual stuffy council members.

Paige sat there, reviewing her speech one last time. With her photographic memory, she wasn’t reading it to memorize but to see if any further revisions were needed.

Jaden and Olivia sat in the front, one in the driver’s seat and the other in the passenger seat, both looking a bit tense.

“Miss, it’s almost time. You should start getting ready,” Jaden said.

“Alright,” Paige nodded, placing the speech down.