The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Kevin!”

Paige’s eyes flashed with determination as she raised her hand to strike him, but the liquid from the syringe had already been fully injected into her body. Before her blow could land, her limbs began to go numb, her vision blurred, and her mind went blank. She lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

Kevin quickly caught her, cradling her limp body in his arms. With effort, he supported himself on one leg and a prosthetic limb, standing up and carrying her toward the nearby car.

“Sir,” a subordinate standing nearby opened the car door wider.

Kevin resolutely placed Paige inside the car, saying, “Head for the border.”

“Yes, sir,” the men responded in unison.

As the car sped through the night, Kevin adjusted Paige’s position in the back seat, letting her rest against him. He gazed down at her; asleep, Paige had lost her usual stubbornness and resolve. Her features were as pure as milk, devoid of any coldness.

As she slept peacefully now, he wondered what kind of storm she would stir up when she woke.

Shifting his gaze forward, Kevin recalled Enrico’s words about the hypothetical scenario, spoken without confidence. A powerful tycoon, yet so unsure of himself.

He should have been more confident, for Paige would indeed return to him, no matter the cost.

…

The journey from The Capital to the southern border was made in the most discreet vehicles, with Kevin ensuring they drove non-stop, only switching drivers along the way.

Knowing how skilled Paige was, Kevin administered multiple doses of sedatives. Paige drifted in and out of consciousness, her arms too weak to lift, let alone do anything else. It wasn’t until three days later, when the convoy arrived at the southern border, that she fully awoke.

The southern border had a consistently high temperature, unlike The Capital, where the temperature fluctuated greatly between morning and evening. The streets were filled with people in short sleeves and shorts.

The cars drove into the Lautners family’s estate, where the scenery was vastly different from The Capital, yet equally grand. After passing through layers of scenic landscapes, they arrived at a massive spiral staircase leading to a towering castle.

This was Kevin’s territory.

Here, Kevin had no fear of Paige escaping.

Paige sat on the spiral staircase outside the castle, tilting her head back to gaze at the blue sky. The bumpy journey and the effects of the drugs left her legs weak, unable to stand for long.

“How does the sky here compare to The Capital? It’s bluer, isn’t it?” Kevin said as he walked down the stairs and sat beside her. Seeing her silence, he added apologetically, “The effects of the drugs haven’t worn off yet. You’ll regain your strength soon.”

“Kevin, you can’t keep me here,” Paige said without looking at him, her voice weak and her lips pale.

“The Wind Island is pretty close to here. Do you still remember the people from Wind Island?” Kevin tried to remind her of how important the people from the slums were to her.

“You don’t need to remind me,” Paige said indifferently, her gaze lowering. “I’ve always known. If I had died in Gangnam Hall, I wouldn’t have let anyone down.”

She wouldn’t have let down the slums, and she wouldn’t have let down Enrico.

Death was an answer sheet that only recorded the questions she faced in life. But since she survived, she had to consider how to protect both.

“That wasn’t what I meant.” Kevin hadn’t expected her to think so extremely, frowning slightly.

“Give me the news from The Capital,” Paige said, her face pale, the wind blowing strands of hair across her eyes, obscuring her vision.

Kevin sat beside her in silence for a long time before finally speaking, “Something big did happen in The Capital.”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“…” Paige suddenly turned her head, looking at Kevin with anxiety, her hands clenching tightly on her lap.

“The Capital’s financial circles are still relatively calm, but the Gustin Group announced this morning that Enrico has suddenly fallen ill and needs to rest. All business affairs will be temporarily handed over to Jaden,” Kevin said.

This news was like an earthquake throughout the entire country, much like when Enrico first took power at the beginning of last year.

“Suddenly ill?” Paige’s face grew even paler.

“You don’t need to worry. If Enrico were seriously ill, they wouldn’t announce it at this time. Maybe he’s just trying to tell you he’s taking time to heal,” Kevin analyzed rationally.

“If he wanted to notify me, he could have called. Why would he do it this way?” Paige looked at him. “Have you heard any other news?”

Seeing her stubbornly pressing for more information, Kevin sighed and admitted, “Since the night you left, Enrico hasn’t appeared. However, Jaden did make a move, seemingly targeting the Truette family, but then he turned back halfway.”

The Truette family was one of the financial groups determined to kill her.

Was Jaden going after the Truette family on Enrico’s orders? Was he still trying to handle things for her…

Then why was the plan canceled?

Paige sat silently on the stairs, thinking for a while before an idea flashed through her mind, “Enrico can’t be in charge anymore, so Jaden had no choice but to abandon the plan and take over the Gustin Group’s affairs completely.”

Otherwise, why would Enrico hand over the business if he was only injured?

But why can’t Enrico continue to lead?

AS schizophrenia gene…

It can’t be.

Paige wanted to convince herself that things weren’t that bad, but she couldn’t stop her mind from racing. The thought made her hands and feet go cold. She stood up and began walking down the stairs, her steps unsteady.

She needed to go back.

Enrico must have known he couldn’t handle things anymore, so he let her leave.

Paige suddenly remembered that night at the dining table when he smashed the wine glass. The way he looked at her with hatred, he didn’t want her to go…

She had been wrong.

She hadn’t realized how much he was suffering at the time.

Paige quickened her pace.

“Even if Enrico is suddenly unable to lead, do you think going back now will help?” Kevin asked from the top of the stairs, looking down at her retreating figure.

“…” Paige pretended not to hear and continued down the stairs, heading into the garden below.

Suddenly, a cold rain poured down, shocking her already weakened body.

Paige was instantly drenched. She turned and coldly glared at Kevin.

Kevin stood above her, holding a hose used for watering the garden, spraying water directly at her without a trace of pity.

Paige didn’t move. She just stood there, her long hair plastered to her cheeks, her legs trembling from the cold, her entire body freezing.

Kevin’s voice floated down from above, “Can you cure diseases? Can you suddenly make Enrico better? You can’t. You have neither power nor influence. You only have that face from the slums. Even staying by his side would only cause him trouble.”

“…” Paige stood frozen under the cold water, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging so deeply into her palms that the pain and the blood nearly covered her fingertips.