The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Understand?”

She’s even trying to understand him?This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Paige withdrew her hand, suppressing the pain from her wounds, and cupped his chiseled face with both hands, lowering her gaze to look at him. “To you, there are so few things that you truly care about and hold onto, so that’s why you behave this way.”

Who would have thought that the president of the Gustin Group, the man who holds the power over Country A, would be someone who is extremely insecure?

“It’s not just that there’s so little. Ever since my sister passed away, there’s been nothing.” Enrico fixed his gaze on her. “Until you came along.”

These sweet words…

They were rather touching.

Many people can’t tell if a man’s sweet talk is genuine or not, but ever since Enrico appeared covered in wounds at Gangnam Hall, she had believed every word he said.

Paige continued to hold his face, gently stroking it as if comforting a child. Her eyes softened with a smile, “Alright, from now on, I’ll stay by your side. I’ll take care of you.”

“Even if I ask you never to mention the slum again?”

Enrico asked her.

“I heard from Olivia that tomorrow they can remove my electronic bracelet. Once that’s done, I’ll have no connection to the slum anymore. You don’t need to worry.” Paige replied.

In truth, she knew very well that the old Paige had died at Gangnam Hall. The Paige who survived only did so because of him.

Upon hearing this, Enrico suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, lowering his head in front of her. “What can I do? I used to think you didn’t treat me well, but now, I feel like you’re treating me too well.”

If she treated him too well, then that was indeed going too far.

Paige, who was this good, deserved everything in exchange.

“You’re so hard to please,” Paige said with a hint of helplessness.

“You don’t need to please me. In and out of bed, I, Enrico, will please you.”

Enrico buried his face in her lap.

“…”

You’d better stop talking.

Paige chuckled.

…

The next day, Paige waited for the team with specialized tools to come and remove her electronic bracelet. She waited for a long time, but instead, it was Rafael who arrived.

Enrico sat upstairs near the floor-to-ceiling windows, reviewing documents. Paige leaned against his arm, reading a magazine, while the little dolphin dozed at her feet.

The scene was rather peaceful, but the tranquility was soon broken by the sound of a heated argument outside.

“Enough! I still can’t figure out how I befriended you when we were kids. You looked honest but turned out to be so cunning.”

Rafael’s voice, strained with suppressed anger, came from outside.

“Mr. President, this is Mr. Gustin’s place. Please keep your voice down,” Jaden said, his tone formal and restrained.

“If you didn’t show up in front of me, I wouldn’t have to raise my voice!”

As they spoke, the two men walked to the door. Paige turned her head to see Rafael, dressed in a crisp white shirt paired with a dark vest, looking elegant but with a rather grim expression.

Jaden stood behind him, expressionless.

“What brings the president here today?” Paige asked coolly, deliberately glancing at the weather outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

“Enrico asked me for people and tools to remove your electronic bracelet. Coincidentally, I wanted to ask who the brilliant person was that came up with the idea to pit Jaden and me against each other?” Rafael said as he walked toward the desk and sat down. “Do you have any idea how much work I already have to handle, and now how much more I’ve got?”

Enrico set down his documents, wrapped his arm around Paige as they stood, and gave a cold laugh. “You should be grateful this wasn’t my doing. If it were, you wouldn’t just be adding to your workload, but to your list of medical personnel as well.”

“…”

Rafael’s expression darkened further. He understood who was behind the retaliation and couldn’t help but look at Paige. “Impressive tactics. I’m truly impressed.”

She didn’t even have to lift a finger to make him and Jaden fight so fiercely.

Paige noticed the exhaustion etched into his face, clearly from sleepless nights, and felt a surge of satisfaction. “Thank you for the compliment.”

“…”

Rafael was grateful for his years of practice in self-restraint, or he might have lost his temper.

“Miss, the specialists to remove your electronic bracelet are downstairs,” Jaden reported.

“Alright.” Paige nodded and glanced at Enrico, who asked, “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No need. It should be quick.” Paige said as she followed Jaden out.

The door closed behind them.

Now, only Rafael and Enrico remained in the room.

Enrico sat back down at the desk, his expression cold and severe.

Rafael had been overwhelmed with work lately, but facing Enrico, he couldn’t let out his frustration. He simply asked, “What’s going on? You call me over and then say it was my idea to come?”

What was Enrico thinking?

Enrico opened the locked drawer beside him, taking out a pile of documents, and said, “My woman is too smart. If I said I invited you, she’d probably figure something out.”

“Figure out what?”

Rafael hadn’t even figured out the purpose of his visit.

Enrico threw the documents in front of him and said coldly, “These are the records of all the financial groups and old families in Country A. I’ve reviewed them, and most of the power is concentrated in The Capital. I’m planning to first control the financial groups in The Capital.”

“What do you mean by this?” Rafael’s heart skipped a beat, and he started to panic.

“I’m not accepting the fake death narrative anymore. I want you to restore Paige’s identity and clear the name of the slum. I’ll start by suppressing the financial groups.” Enrico said coldly.

Kevin had asked him to let Paige go, but that was impossible. However, what Paige wanted to do, he could do for her.

“You’re going to continue with this?” Rafael’s face paled. “Weren’t we supposed to let things go, let Paige live peacefully here? Are you feeling sorry for her being confined here? Fine, after the electronic bracelet is removed, let’s wait ten or twenty years until everyone forgets about Paige, then create a new identity for her, okay?”

If necessary, she could even undergo plastic surgery.

“No.” Enrico’s tone was icy and firm. “She has an identity. Why should she need a new one?”

“No, I just don’t understand. You’re neglecting your powerful corporation-what are you trying to do?”

Rafael stood up, his hands pressing down on the desk. He had worked hard to stabilize the country’s situation, and now what was this? Was Enrico playing him?

“I want to rebuild the slum.” Enrico said without any hesitation.

She had engraved the gravestone for him, so he would rebuild the slum for her. This time, he wasn’t yielding to her stubbornness; it was purely voluntary.

“How do you plan to rebuild it?” Rafael’s face turned blue. “Do you think that just because you take the initiative, everything will be fine? How many people do you have? You might control The Capital’s financial groups, but can you control the entire country’s? If they find a way to unite, either you’ll be finished, or the entire country will descend into financial chaos. Then, with international intervention, Country A will be doomed!”

“…”

Enrico stared at him coldly, his expression unchanged.

“Fine, let’s say you manage to suppress all the financial groups across the country, and I withstand international pressure to hold them accountable. But as the president of the Gustin Group, you’re in charge of a corporation with a long history of shady dealings. Will you face accountability? Or will you dismantle the entire corporation?” Rafael asked.

“I don’t want this corporation anymore.” Enrico’s eyes were cold and resolute, with not a hint of regret.