The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Finally, Paige was dead.

It’s good that she’s gone. From today onwards, her Enrico will no longer have any weaknesses. But without any weaknesses, who would Enrico care about?

She still couldn’t get close to him.

Rachel looked at Enrico’s kneeling figure. The despair in his eyes made her feel uncomfortable, like her heart was being painfully ripped out.

She let out a bitter laugh, slowly backing away. Gradually, a hint of triumph appeared in her eyes.

Paige, oh Paige, you finally lost to me.

I won.

Winning is good.

…

At the same time, Paige and Kevin had already emerged from another exit of the underground passage, stepping onto the dark surface.

A few heavy motorcycles were parked by the roadside.

To avoid attracting attention, they didn’t prepare a car.

Kevin handed Paige a helmet. “Let’s go.”

Paige stood there, brushed the dust off her clothes, shook her hair, and looked up. In the distance, flames were soaring into the sky.

This death performance had ended.

She was free, but it didn’t feel as joyful as she had imagined.

Paige took the helmet and asked, “Did you send the message to let him know I’m safe?”

“Yes,” Kevin nodded.

“Do you think I can call him now?” Paige looked at the distant flames and then added, “Forget it. He’s surrounded by people right now. I’ll call him later.”

“Yeah,” Kevin replied, glancing at her dust-streaked face. He suddenly remembered what Enrico had told him at the Heaven Hotel:

“Besides ensuring her safety, you must also do one thing: don’t let her set foot in The Capital until she’s fully prepared.”

“If, and I mean if, she tries to come back to find me, I don’t care what extreme measures you have to use, but you must keep her away. Though, I doubt that will happen.”

Enrico hadn’t said much, but Kevin had a feeling that Enrico was facing some tricky situation, forcing him to let Paige go.

Just after sending the message that Paige was safe, Kevin realized that Enrico had blocked him.

This was a sign of cutting off contact.

In the moment Kevin was lost in thought, Paige put on the helmet and said, “Let’s go.”

No need to linger here.

The group rode off on their motorcycles, the raging flames fading further and further into the distance.

Two hours later, they had finally left the vast expanse of The Capital.

By the roadside, several cars were already waiting.

A group of bodyguards stood by the cars, hands behind their backs, watching the direction from which they had come with stern faces.

The car lights flickered.

Paige got off the motorcycle and removed her helmet. The bodyguards immediately stepped forward, bowing respectfully. “Sir, Miss Paige.”

One of them stepped up to take Paige’s helmet, not letting her do any unnecessary work.

Kevin’s well-trained subordinates were impressive.

Paige stood by the roadside, her mind wandering for a moment before she turned to Kevin, looking relaxed. “Give me your phone. I want to call him.”

Two hours had passed; it should be fine to call now.

Knowing Enrico’s temper, he was probably going to be furious that she kept him waiting for so long.

“How about we get in the car first?” Kevin suggested with a smile, his hand holding the phone behind his back.

“We’ve already left The Capital. No one followed us, which means my death performance was flawless. I’ll just make a quick call,” Paige insisted.

“What’s the rush? Maybe Enrico is still with the people at the Presidential Palace.” Kevin glanced at the car. “The door’s already open for you; let’s get in first.”

Paige finally sensed something was off. Her eyes turned cold in the night as she nodded and walked toward the car.

Kevin breathed a sigh of relief and followed her. But just as he was about to move, Paige suddenly turned back, her hair brushing against his face. She twisted her body gracefully and, with a swift move, snatched the phone from his hand.

Kevin’s expression stiffened.

Paige didn’t pay him any attention, unlocking his phone and saying, “The password.”

Kevin remained silent.

“I can use a payphone if needed,” Paige said, though it would waste everyone’s time.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Kevin frowned but eventually gave her the password.

Paige unlocked Kevin’s phone and dialed Enrico’s private number.

The first call went unanswered. So did the second.

That wasn’t like him.

Paige checked the phone again and noticed that Kevin’s number had been blocked. She pursed her lips and turned to Kevin. “Why?”

“How would I know?” Kevin shrugged.

“Is he trying to prevent me from contacting him?”

Her phone was long gone, and Kevin’s was her only way to reach Enrico.

But that might not be the case.

Knowing how petty Enrico could be, maybe he was just jealous and upset that she had left with Kevin. Thinking this, Paige walked up to one of the bodyguards and asked for his phone to make a call.

Again, two calls went unanswered.

On the third attempt, the line was disconnected.

Paige finally realized this wasn’t about jealousy; Enrico simply didn’t want to contact her.

This wasn’t what they had agreed on…

There’s no way Enrico would suddenly not want to talk to her.

Paige felt uneasy, her mind racing as cold sweat dampened her skin. She looked at Kevin. “You go on ahead. I need to go back and check on him.”

Kevin quickly grabbed her arm. “What are you talking about? We went through all this trouble to get you out, and now you want to walk back into the trap?”

“Did something happen to Enrico?” Paige asked coldly, her gaze fixed on him.

When something seems off, there’s usually a reason.

Now that she thought about it, Enrico telling her to leave made sense on the surface, but deep down, it wasn’t his style.

He’s always been confident. He wouldn’t surrender to those financial powers unless he had no choice. He wouldn’t believe he was going to lose until the very end.

She had been so focused on executing this plan that she forgot to consider the details.

“I don’t know,” Kevin shook his head. “I’m not close to him. How would I know what he’s thinking? I just want you to come with me to the border.”

“Is that so?” Paige pulled her arm away. “It’s okay. I’ll go back and ask him.”

Something must have happened to Enrico.

Was it his illness?

Could it be the AS schizophrenia gene acting up?

With that thought, Paige could no longer stay. She turned and walked toward the motorcycle. She had watched Kevin’s men ride for long enough to understand how to handle it.

She had just taken a couple of steps when she felt a sharp pain in her arm.

Paige’s face paled as she looked down to see a syringe sticking through her sleeve, directly into her arm.

Kevin stood there, holding the syringe, looking apologetic. “I’m sorry, Paige, but now that you’re out of The Capital, I can’t let you go back.”