The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Seeing that she didn’t move, Kevin knew that his words had had some effect. He stood at a higher spot, gazing down at her with a sigh. “Paige, wake up. Right now, you have nothing to offer him except endless trouble.”

“…”

Paige wanted to refute him but couldn’t get a single word out.

He was right-her identity was a ticking time bomb, and she couldn’t offer Enrico anything…

But it’s easy to talk about waking up; doing it is much harder.

She stood in the garden, letting the icy water pour down on her from above, forcing herself to wake up a bit.

Her figure looked even more frail under the downpour.

Kevin couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt as he watched. He had been trying to use logic to wake her up, but he realized that she was only 21 years old, and no matter how rational she was, there were bound to be moments when she broke down.

He slowly lowered the water hose in his hand, but then Paige spoke, “Don’t stop.”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“…”

Kevin’s hand froze, and he had no choice but to let the water continue to pour down, like a torrential downpour drenching Paige.

She stood there, not dodging or avoiding, her face white as a sheet, her whole body trembling, and Kevin thought she was going to collapse at any moment. But she stubbornly stood her ground, determined and unyielding…

This artificial rain lasted nearly two hours.

Kevin had no idea how Paige managed to endure it. Just when he was about to give up trying to persuade her, Paige suddenly moved.

She raised her hand and wiped the water from her face. “Kevin, how long do you think it’ll take?”

“…”

Kevin was stunned for a moment, then realized she was asking how long it would take for her to grow strong enough to return to The Capital and protect the people she wanted to protect.

This was different from when she had initially hidden her identity to infiltrate the Public Law Council. Now that her identity was exposed, returning would mean facing all the powerful families. This was something even the Lautners family couldn’t achieve. If she were to try…

Kevin stood there, contemplating for a moment before giving her a relatively optimistic time frame. “Ten years.”

Ten years.

Given her intelligence, she might be able to create a miracle in ten years.

He deliberately gave a shorter time frame, hoping she would be moved by it and not act recklessly.

Upon hearing this, Paige slowly lifted her wet lashes, moved her pale lips, and said word by word, “Three years.”

“What?” Kevin was taken aback.

“In three years, I’ll return to The Capital.” Paige’s voice was cold as she spoke, her eyes filled with a fierce determination. Even the murderous intent that flickered in her clear eyes was as sharp as ever. It was such a contradiction, yet it made perfect sense.

Three years.

How could that be enough time for her to grow strong enough to challenge the powerful families?

Kevin thought she was losing her grip on reality, but then he realized that since she had made this statement, it meant she wouldn’t be returning to The Capital right now, which made him feel relieved. “Alright, first, go take a bath and change your clothes. You’ll catch a cold like this.”

Paige didn’t refuse, nor did she bring up returning to The Capital again.

She went to the room Kevin had arranged for her and sat in the large, luxurious bathtub.

Under the cold shower, all she felt was cold and shivering. Now, in the warm water, her body, still trembling from the cold, began to react to the sudden warmth.

She curled up in the bathtub, leaning against the edge, her eyes staring blankly ahead, unfocused.

She had no idea what she was looking at.

After a long time, there was a knock on the door.

Paige stepped out of the bathtub, barefoot on the floor, wrapped in a towel, and went to open the door.

It was the maids Kevin had sent to bring her clothes.

All brand-new designer clothes-dresses and suits in various styles-but only one color: white.

“Do you have any other colors?” Paige asked indifferently.

The maids at the door were surprised. “Miss, sir said you liked wearing white, so we only chose white clothes.”

“From today on, I won’t wear white anymore,” Paige said coldly.

The maids hesitated, wanting to ask something, but Paige stood there, her face innocent and youthful, yet her eyes were cold as ice. The maids felt a chill down their spines.

They didn’t dare ask anything further and quickly retreated.

Paige closed the door and looked down at her dripping wet hair, her lips pressed tightly together.

Enrico had said he liked white, that he liked the white she wore.

So from today on, she wouldn’t wear white anymore… except in front of him.

Kevin stood in the hallway, watching the maids return with the clothes, and was taken aback when he heard what they said. After a while, he instructed, “She doesn’t like white. Don’t send her any more white clothes in the future.”

“Yes, sir.” The maids bowed their heads and were about to leave.

Kevin stopped them again, his expression serious. “Pass the word around-whatever Miss Paige says from now on is my command. There’s no need to report her instructions to me.”

The maids were all shocked.

They had seen the news; Paige was clearly the fugitive from the slums on TV. But the word had already come down that anyone who dared to leak a word about it would have their entire family disappear from the border.

They, of course, didn’t dare mention it and pretended they hadn’t seen anything.

But now Kevin was saying this-did that mean there would be two masters in the Lautners family from now on?

What exactly was the relationship between this Miss Paige and the sir…

“What are you all standing around for? Did you hear me?” Kevin frowned in displeasure.

“Yes, understood.” The maids hurriedly bowed and retreated.

Kevin stood there, looking in the direction of Paige’s room, then turned around, placing his hands on the corridor railing and gazing out at the sky.

Blue skies and seas.

The southern border’s scenery had always been ranked among the best in Country A.

After a long while, he smiled.

“Paige, welcome to the southern border,” he said.

…

**The First Year.**

After Enrico’s illness, The Capital’s situation seemed peaceful on the surface, but there were strong undercurrents beneath.

Many tried to find out how serious Enrico’s illness was. Jaden struggled to take over the Gustin Group’s power, and his management was not as decisive as Enrico’s, leading to a gradual decline in the group’s strength.

Although Rafael still had the support of the Gustin Group, without Enrico, the major financial families began to eye his position.

The large financial families became the old families, and some new financial groups rose in power.

During this time, a company named “Artisans” grew rapidly in The Capital.

**The Second Year.**

People became accustomed to Enrico’s absence. His name became more of a legend, a tale of a man who had quickly risen to the top of the financial world and then just as swiftly retreated due to illness.

The Gustin Group continued to decline, and some of the larger financial families began to strengthen their own banks and unite to seize the Gustin Group’s transport ports.

Jaden struggled to maintain control.