The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

The organization was named *Temple in Heaven*.

Upon hearing this, Minesh was so enraged that he threw the teacup in his hand. “You only found out the name of the organization? What’s the use of that!”

He knew nothing else!

He couldn’t even find his enemies, let alone know where to look for them!

“…”

Brody stood there silently.

An elderly man nearby sighed and said, “Even if you know now, what good will it do? This organization is so meticulously organized. Over the past month, despite your efforts to outwit them, you’ve failed, and our *Truette family*’s fortune is fading.”

Even when the *Truette family* first confronted them, they couldn’t win. Now that the *Truette family* has been defeated, how could they seek revenge?

Hearing this, Minesh could only smile bitterly.

Bryce, who had been listening, couldn’t help but ask, “We don’t know what *Temple in Heaven* is planning. Should we warn the other allied families about it?”

At least they had received some information. Those other families might not even be aware that such an organization is working in the shadows.

At this, Minesh stopped smiling bitterly and instead laughed up at the sky, his wrinkled face twisting into a sinister, eerie grin. His eyes were filled with malice. “Warn them? Why should I? These people claim to be our allies, but now that we’re in trouble, who has stepped up to help? They’re all just worried they might get a smaller share when dividing the spoils.”

“…”

Everyone present felt a sense of melancholy. Indeed, these so-called allies were quick to stab you in the back when things went south.

“If the *Truette family* is to fall, then those others should not expect to fare any better.”

Minesh had become somewhat unhinged. For the past month, he had been constantly suppressed, unable to lift his head. His company was manipulated, betrayed, and divided…

At this moment, he no longer cared about rising again. He only wanted to see more conglomerates dragged down with him-to die together if necessary.

Everyone remained silent.

…

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was as blue as a freshly washed piece of glass. By the lakeside of the Presidential Palace, white cranes spread their wings and flew.

A team of security guards passed by the lake, moving in an orderly fashion. The road was spotless.

In the study, standing by the transparent bulletproof glass window, a man in a suit stood with his hands casually in his pockets. On his wrist was an invaluable watch. Beneath his short hair was a silent face, with well-defined features. There was a faint air of ruthlessness typical of someone in power, though the dark circles under his eyes revealed a sense of exhaustion, making that ruthlessness appear somewhat forced.

The butler, dressed in a tailcoat and holding a tray of tea, took a glance at the man by the window.

Jaden.

The current head of the *Gustin Group*. For the past three years, he had been the leader of the conglomerate. His role as acting president had stretched into three years.

During these three years, many had advised him to officially take the position of president, but those who suggested it were eventually expelled from the conglomerate.

Because of this, the butler began to see the once-inconspicuous assistant behind Enrico in a new light. In the face of ambition, such unwavering loyalty was exceedingly rare.

“Jaden, your tea.”

The butler respectfully approached.

It had been three years. Jaden was now a significant figure in *The Capital*, yet he only allowed people to address him as Jaden, refusing to accept the title of president.

Jaden silently turned around, lifted a cup of coffee, and gave the butler a slight nod.

Over the years, Jaden had become increasingly quiet.

The butler, now accustomed to this, turned and walked over to the desk where Rafael sat. Rafael, in a white shirt paired with a black vest, exuded an air of elegance and nobility, much like a refined young master raised in a prestigious family.

“Mr. President.”

The butler gently set the tea down and glanced at the desk.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

On the desk lay a square piece of paper, with only one word written on it:

[*Temple in Heaven.*]

The butler collected the tray, took another look, and was about to ponder its meaning when Rafael’s voice broke the silence. “You’ve spent all this time and only uncovered the name of an organization?”

Hearing this, Jaden turned around, walked over to Rafael, and sat down across from him. “In my opinion, this was intentional on their part. If they didn’t want to be discovered, I doubt even the name *Temple in Heaven* would be known.”

“If they are as formidable as you say, then this organization cannot be underestimated. In just two months, they’ve already caused two conglomerates to fall. They’re clearly targeting the big players.”

Rafael looked at Jaden, a hint of mockery in his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses. “Maybe their next target is the *Gustin Group*.”

Jaden stared at him expressionlessly. “That would be great. If the conglomerate falls under my watch, you can step down too.”

“…”

Rafael paused for a moment before saying, “Jaden, your words are becoming increasingly unpleasant.”

“I’m just telling the truth.”

Jaden’s gaze darkened. “I don’t have our boss’s skills. Since he fell ill, countless people have been eyeing the *Gustin Group*, with schemers popping up everywhere. And now, with the sudden rise of the *Artisans* and Jeremy being kidnapped, I’m exhausted. If *Temple in Heaven* attacks, I’m powerless.”

Rafael was taken aback. He knew how hard Jaden had worked to protect the *Gustin Group* over the past three years. This was the first time he had heard Jaden admit he was at his limit.

This indicated that Jaden truly believed he could no longer hold on.

“There’s no need to belittle yourself. Many conglomerates have tried to take advantage of Enrico’s illness to divide the group, but you’ve managed to hold them off. That’s no small feat.” Rafael shifted his tone, trying to encourage him.

“This *Temple in Heaven* is clearly advancing with a plan. We don’t even know how many targets they’ve already attacked before coming after the *Gustin Group*.”

Jaden had sent people to investigate, but they couldn’t uncover anything more specific. The enemy was in the shadows, while he was out in the open. It was difficult to fend off an attack once it came.

The butler stood by, holding the tray, carefully observing the writing on the paper. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he smiled, but then quickly composed himself, realizing it was inappropriate to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Rafael asked, noticing.

The butler felt he had broken the rule of not smiling unnecessarily and was a bit embarrassed. “Mr. President, my apologies.”

“Go on,” Rafael encouraged him, needing something to lighten the heavy atmosphere.

The butler bowed his head and said, “I just realized that this phrase was something President Enrico used to say. *Temple in Heaven*-isn’t that just a reference to the heavenly palace? It seems like something President Enrico would come up with.”

*Temple in Heaven*.

Rafael picked up the paper and looked at the words, letting out a bitter laugh. “It really is. If I didn’t know Enrico was now…”

He paused mid-sentence, then continued, “Remember that year when he intended to take down these conglomerates one by one, but nothing came of it?”

Finally, he let out a silent sigh.

“…”

Hearing Rafael bring up the past, Jaden’s face darkened even more. He then said, “I’ll continue investigating *Temple in Heaven*, but right now, my priority is to get Jeremy back to the estate.”

Jeremy had always been a source of worry for Enrico. As long as he was out there, Jaden couldn’t face his boss.