The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

A subordinate stood nearby, anxiously eyeing Enrico’s left hand, which was still bleeding profusely.

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“Yes, sir.” The subordinate bowed his head and then added, “By the way, Mr. Gustin, I inquired about the smuggling procedures. To avoid detection, all refugees are crammed into a space at the bottom of the cargo ship. If any conflict arises and they are discovered, they will be immediately thrown overboard.”

The lives of smuggled refugees are worthless.

He initially wanted to arrange something, but then he realized that anyone desperate enough to resort to smuggling must be on the run, with nothing to lose.

Mr. Gustin’s identity is too unique. If he’s discovered, it could cause even more trouble. Even if nothing happens, there’s the concern that someone on the ship might betray him at the checkpoints.

The journey from Country A to Country T isn’t straightforward; there are many checkpoints to navigate.

Hearing this, Enrico’s expression darkened. “Understood.”

He also threw his expensive watch to his subordinate.

He needed to smuggle himself back to Country A as a refugee, so he couldn’t have anything on him that didn’t fit the part.

After ensuring he had nothing extra on him, Enrico turned and resolutely walked towards the large group of refugees. He hunched his back and lowered his head, blending in with them.

The subordinate watched this scene from a distance, feeling deeply conflicted.

The President and Jaden thought that controlling the obvious routes would prevent Mr. Gustin from returning to the country. They likely never imagined that the proud and high-ranking Mr. Gustin would be willing to disguise himself as a refugee to smuggle back for a woman.

…

Country A, Gangnam Hall.

“Is it over?”

Rafael had shifted from squatting to sitting on the ground. He adjusted his glasses and looked at Paige’s expressionless face, unable to resist asking, “Are you doing this to make Enrico give up, or are you serious?”

Her appearance and voice seemed too genuine.

It truly seemed like she had no interest in Enrico.

Jaden, kneeling on one knee, was already holding back his frustration with Rafael. Hearing this, he couldn’t help but retort, “Are you really the President? Why do you even care about this?”

“…”

Rafael was speechless at the criticism.

“He seems like he still wants to come back.” Now that she didn’t have to keep up the act, Paige’s voice became weak and feeble. Sweat trickled down her hairline as she looked at Rafael and said, “You should finish me off soon.”

Only her death could calm everything down.

“He can’t come back,” Rafael replied. Enrico couldn’t fly, so how could he suddenly travel from Country T to Country A?

Suddenly, Rafael frowned. “Could Enrico be foolish enough to seek out world leaders to pressure me?”

With Enrico’s abilities, he could do that, but that would border on treason.

No, Enrico wouldn’t do that.

But what if he was really provoked?

“I’m heading back to the Presidential Palace,” Rafael said, standing up with a headache. He glanced down at Jaden. “You should return too.”

Jaden stayed put, unwilling to leave.

Rafael looked at him, then at Paige, who was so weak she could barely sit upright. He frowned and said, “Let this dog stay.”

At least it would give her some final comfort.

With that, Rafael pulled Jaden away with him.

Shortly after they left, the painkillers wore off, and the pain surged back, overwhelming her.

The chains were retracted, and Paige was pulled up like a puppet.

The small dolphin doll fell to the ground. Seeing her condition, it became anxious, circling around her and rushing to the chains at her feet, biting them.

It bit so hard that it hurt itself, rolling on the ground and whimpering.

“Little Dolphin, I’m fine,” Paige said, lowering her head to comfort it, but soon she couldn’t speak anymore.

A sudden itching sensation spread all over her body, and then she felt her skin being corroded and decaying bit by bit. The pain was so real that it seemed like she was really rotting away.

Rotting all the way to her mouth, nose, eyes, until she could see nothing.

Little Dolphin, she lied.

She was in so much pain.

It really hurt.

She wanted candy, the candy Enrico gave her when he coaxed her into taking medicine. She wanted it so much.

…

“Get in!”

The man in charge of smuggling on the cargo ship spoke in the local language, kicking the refugees inside one by one. “Find a place to sit. If you can’t sit, then squeeze together. Don’t make any trouble or noise, or I’ll throw you all into the sea to feed the fish.”

Enrico was kicked into the crowd. People were crammed together, refugees packed like cargo, with no room to move.

The air was thin and filled with the salty dampness of the sea and the stench of others. The space was so low that no one could stand upright.

When the hatch above them closed and heavy objects were placed on top, not a single ray of light penetrated, except for a few small holes allowing air to flow.

In the pitch-black darkness, only pairs of uneasy, fearful eyes could be seen.

Enrico was pushed into a corner by those around him. Even during his time at Rose Estate, when he was tortured and beaten by servants, he had never been in such a filthy, foul environment.

The air here suffocated him.

Enrico forced himself to endure, rubbing his thumb over the tattoo on the web of his hand repeatedly, his lips pressed into a thin line.

If he could endure these twenty-some hours, he would be back in Country A.

The massive cargo ship began to move, causing the cramped crowd to sway and bump into each other. Low curses echoed in the tight, dark space…

“Who was that? Did you push me?”

It was unclear who started it, but a fight broke out in the already scarce space.

Suddenly, Enrico was pinned down, and in the darkness, a fist aimed straight for his head.

Enrico’s eyes darkened. He tilted his head, and the fist struck the side.

He threw a punch, sending the refugee flying into a pillar with a scream, causing a huge commotion.

The noise prompted someone above to lift the hatch. A blinding flashlight beam swept across the faces, and upon seeing two injured individuals, a voice ordered, “Causing trouble as soon as you got here? Who knows what will happen during the journey. Take these two up and throw them overboard.”

Amidst piercing screams, the two were forcibly dragged away.

The remaining people were terrified; some women even started sobbing.

In the darkness, something scraped across Enrico’s face, causing pain. He raised his hand to touch it-blood.

He was injured.

If he was discovered…

These people might not have the means to take his life, but if he was found out, he wouldn’t be able to return to his country.

Enrico used his foul-smelling, sweat-soaked sleeve to wipe his face. He couldn’t see his own face in the dark and wiped hard enough to scrape off a layer of skin.

The cargo ship continued to sway.

Someone began vomiting in pain, and the stench spread everywhere.

Enrico sat there, pressing his thumb to the tattoo on his hand, trying to distract himself from the smell. Only then did he realize he had nothing belonging to Paige on him.