The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

He spoke very politely, his attitude could even be described as humble.

“…”

Jaden and Dr. Clinton stood silently by, watching him. He really could spin a story.

Just as he finished speaking, a woman dressed in business attire walked out from inside. Her long hair was tied up, and she wore glasses, giving her a stern appearance, but she looked to be only about thirty years old.

She stepped out, stood before the security guards, glanced at Rafael, and said in a stern tone, “President, you must be joking. If you truly have such troubles, it’s best to step down early, so as not to hinder the future of Country A.”

“… Cough, cough.”

Rafael was genuinely shocked into a cough, and Jaden and Dr. Clinton were equally astonished as they looked at the woman.

She recognized them just like that? And so calmly?

“Who are you?” Rafael asked suspiciously.

“Angie, the assistant to the young lady,” Angie said, then turned to Jaden, who was still wearing a mask, and said, “Jaden, I know who you seek. The young lady can treat him, but she only sees patients, not anyone else.”

“…”

Even he was recognized.

Jaden no longer cared about hiding his face and removed his mask, staring coldly at her. “Does your young lady know who I’m here for?”

“Yes, she also asked me to inquire: how many years has it been?” Angie asked.

“How many years what?” Dr. Clinton asked, puzzled.

“How many years has the patient been ill?” Angie asked, as if she didn’t realize how much of an impact her words were having on them, simply repeating what her boss had instructed her to ask.

Jaden froze for a moment, standing there for a long time before responding, “Three years.”

“So, since you took over the Gustin Group, that person has been ill, correct?”

“…”

Jaden’s legs felt like they were filled with cement, growing more rigid. He didn’t want to revisit this situation at all.

“Since you know I’m the President, shouldn’t your young lady, no matter how sacred, do me the favor of allowing us to meet?” Rafael interjected, removing his mask.

He was now more curious about this Medicine Curse Sect practitioner than ever.

“A president serves five years; that kind of favor isn’t worth much,” Angie replied with a straight face.

“…”

That was really arrogant.

Jaden and Rafael exchanged a glance, and Rafael laughed coldly. “Interesting. It wasn’t enough for the Temple in Heaven to emerge; now The Capital has another group of people who can match the strength of our subordinates.”

How ridiculous.

Upon hearing this, Angie looked at him strangely.

It was ironic-both the Temple in Heaven and the Medicine Curse Sect practitioner he spoke of were right here.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

She thought of saying this but remained silent.

“…”

The confrontation continued, and finally, Jaden raised his hand, signaling for his men to stand down.

Only then did Angie speak again, “President, Jaden, please stop these pointless tests. We have surveillance here. You don’t want to end up in the news, do you?”

“…”

“If you sincerely seek treatment, please bring the patient over, or provide an address, and the young lady will come to you.” Angie stood there, adding, “Whether or not my young lady has real skills is not something she needs to prove to you.”

Her expression was serious, her tone flat, yet every word was filled with arrogance.

Rafael and Jaden were left with no choice. They were here to seek medical help, and if they continued to push, it would seem like they were the ones abusing their power, a president and a corporate leader forcing their way into a residential area.

They could only leave. As they walked away, Jaden suddenly noticed something and turned back, staring at the name engraved on the wall of the estate-Rose Estate.

A shiver ran down his spine as he glared at Angie. “Isn’t this estate called Rose Garden?”

“It is Rose Garden, also known as Rose Estate. Is there a problem?” Angie asked, her expression unchanged.

“…”

Jaden stood there, stunned. Just a name?

…

On the way back, Jaden sat in the car, his fist pressed against his chin, remaining silent the entire time.

A Medicine Curse Sect practitioner.

Half a year of training.

Self-taught.

Female.

Young.

Rose Estate.

This sounded all too familiar, inevitably reminding him of someone.

Rafael, sitting across from him, looked at him and said, “I know what you’re thinking. It’s impossible. After only three years, if she came back now, wouldn’t she be courting death?”

Jaden thought carefully and realized he might indeed be imagining things.

Paige had always been a very rational person. If she hadn’t returned three years ago, it was because she was waiting to strengthen her position. How could she have achieved that in just three years?

He didn’t bring it up again and simply asked, “Are you heading back to the Presidential Palace now?”

Rafael shook his head. “I want to go see Enrico.”

Whenever he had the chance to go out, he would always take the opportunity to visit Enrico.

“Alright.” Jaden agreed.

The car made several turns through The Capital, changed vehicles midway, visited a few unrelated locations, and only after much delay arrived at Enrico’s private estate.

The estate was heavily guarded, with security personnel standing vigil at the entrance.

Jaden, Rafael, and Dr. Clinton got out of the car and entered the estate, heading into the mansion.

They ascended to the third floor, their expressions solemn as they stepped into the vast living room.

Jaden moved forward, rolled up his sleeves, and pushed open a standing cabinet. Behind it, a hidden door appeared.

At that moment, a group of people dressed in combat gear suddenly burst through the estate’s front gate, silently taking down the guards before slipping into the mansion.

Up on the third floor, there was no sound of the intrusion.

Rafael and Dr. Clinton didn’t intervene, watching as Jaden took out an ancient bronze key and stepped forward to unlock the door.

“So, it’s a hidden room. No wonder it’s gone unnoticed for three years.”

A cool female voice suddenly broke the suffocating silence in the room.

“…”

Jaden, Rafael, and Dr. Clinton were all stunned, their eyes widening in shock as they turned to look.

A group of people had silently rushed up the stairs and were now standing in two lines before them.

That voice…

Jaden recognized it. He stared at the stairway, and as the sound of boots echoed off the hardwood floor, he saw a familiar face.

She was walking directly toward him.

Tall and slender, she wore a pair of black leather boots and a long, matching coat. On the left side of her chest was what appeared to be a hand-embroidered golden flame, so lifelike it seemed almost real, incredibly vivid and gorgeous.

She walked with her hands casually in her pockets, her stride relaxed yet exuding an aura of authority.

Her once long, jet-black hair was now cut to just below her collarbone, neat and sharp. At first glance, her delicate features still held their soft charm, but a closer look revealed a cold, frosty determination in her clear eyes. Her pressed red lips also carried a hint of chill.

The two lines of people stood at attention, bowing their heads slightly to her, clearly indicating she was their leader.

She walked up to the three of them, lifting her gaze slightly, stirring up a storm of emotions.

The three of them were left dumbfounded, unable to utter a single word.

Paige…

Paige.

She actually returned!