The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“What have you done to the boss?” Jaden gritted his teeth.

The Rachel before him was completely different from what he remembered. He had always seen her as a fragile person, someone who feared even choking on water and was always polite to him. But now, she carried herself with an air of superiority.

Rachel glanced at the grand scene before her, then at her men who had been tied up outside the building. A flash of displeasure crossed her face before she smiled. “It seems I underestimated you. When did you secretly raise a group of subordinates with completely different fighting styles than before?”

Hearing this, Jaden stood in the wind, his gaze deepening. He realized that Rachel thought these people were sent by him. But something was off. As a subordinate of Mr. Gustin, he couldn’t act against Rachel. So why hadn’t Paige’s people done anything yet? Where was Paige?

Jaden thought for a moment but said nothing, only raised his gun towards Rachel. “Rachel, hand over the boss, and I’ll spare you today.”

“Sure,” Rachel agreed easily. “But there are too many traps in this building. If you step on the wrong thing, the entire building could explode, and then Enrico…”

“Rachel! Don’t be so shameless!” Jaden roared, his face turning blue with anger. He wished he could end Rachel’s life with a single bullet.

How could she do this to the boss? After Mr. Gustin took power, he had never harmed her, despite not being related by blood!

“Shameless?” Rachel chuckled bitterly. “Jaden, do you know how much I’ve missed him these three years?”

“You-”

Jaden was shocked. He had only known that Rachel and Paige’s identities were somehow connected, and that was why Mr. Gustin had ordered him to capture Rachel. But now, seeing the look in Rachel’s eyes, he was utterly stunned.

Could it be that she had feelings for Mr. Gustin? Was that why she targeted Paige back then?

“Jaden, I know you’re loyal to Enrico. Don’t worry, he’ll be well taken care of here,” Rachel said. “You’ve protected him for three years. That’s enough. Why keep being second in command?”

“…”

“Why don’t we stay out of each other’s way? Isn’t that better?” Rachel’s tone softened.

She was trying to convince Jaden to give up on Enrico and take control of the Gustin Group himself, to rise above everyone else.

“You’re dreaming! Hand over the boss!” Jaden was completely enraged, glaring at her.

“So, you’re determined to take him from me? Jaden, Artisans is no small player now, and you…”

Rachel was about to continue persuading him when suddenly, the sound of a car engine roared in the distance, growing louder as it approached from the seaside, reckless and wild.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads and saw a red sports car speeding towards them. It raced across the white brick courtyard, the body of the car lifting off the ground like a blazing flame.

When the car landed, it executed a sharp drift, skidding to a stop in front of everyone, its front facing them.

Those standing nearby quickly moved out of the way.

“…” Jaden stood there, stunned, as if he were witnessing the fiery scene from three years ago, with a car racing through the bends.

The red sports car sat quietly in the center.

Dr. Clinton, holding a medical kit, peeked over Jaden’s shoulder.

Molly, scared by the scene, had been crouching by the door, but now she stood on tiptoe to see.

Rachel, standing behind her men, raised her head in confusion. Who could this be?

In front of the towering building, with guns pointed everywhere and rows of black cars lined up, the red sports car remained still.

There was complete silence.

For a long time, only the distant sound of waves hitting the beach broke the stillness.

Suddenly, the red sports car began to move again. Its tires spun rapidly in place, creating a thick cloud of white smoke that quickly engulfed the entire car.

Jaden, who had experience with sports cars, quickly called out, “Move back!”

The crowd in the center hurriedly retreated. As soon as they cleared a path, the sports car shot out from the white smoke, speeding towards the building’s entrance, its blood-red paint gleaming murderously in the sunlight.

“…” Rachel stood there, her eyes wide with disbelief. The red car barreled towards her without slowing down, growing larger in her vision as if it were aiming straight for her forehead.

“Bang!”

The sports car screeched to a halt.

Rachel’s bodyguards, shields and all, were knocked to the ground.

Rachel herself was thrown to the ground by the powerful force, nearly exposed. She scrambled to her feet in a panic, her high heel twisting painfully.

The red sports car remained motionless in front of her.

For some reason, Rachel’s feet felt rooted to the ground, unable to move. She stared at the car, her gaze locked on the driver’s seat.

An unprecedented urgency gripped her-she had to see the face of the person in that seat.

Her subordinates lay on the ground, groaning.

The car door suddenly opened.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

A pair of black leather shoes stepped onto the ground, followed by slender, straight legs clad in worn jeans. The hem of a coat billowed in the wind as a hand gripped the car door, its fingers delicate and white.

Paige stepped out of the car, leisurely walking to the front and leaning casually against the warm hood.

Looking at the woman before her, whose eyes widened in shock, Paige removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of beautiful, cold eyes. A slight smile tugged at her lips. “Long time no see, Rachel.”

Paige…

Rachel finally saw the face that haunted her nightmares, her own face turning deathly pale as her legs buckled. “How is this possible… You died. I watched you burn in that fire…”

“…” Molly, peeking from the door, was also terrified, staring at Paige.

How on earth does this woman keep coming back from the dead?

What kind of world is this, where all these women are so terrifyingly abnormal!

Jaden stood aside, his hand holding the gun dropping as he stared in a daze at Paige’s profile. She seemed different somehow.

Suddenly, a hand clapped down on his shoulder.

Dr. Clinton leaned in, whispering in awe, “The young lady has gotten even cooler in three years.”

“…”

Jaden was speechless. They were here to rescue Mr. Gustin-what were they even thinking?

Seeing Rachel utterly stunned, muttering to herself in disbelief, Paige stood up, her sunglasses in hand, and slowly walked towards her.

“…”

Rachel wanted to run, but her legs wouldn’t move. She stared in horror at the figure approaching her, unsure if she was facing a human or a ghost.

Paige stood before her, still smiling. Her black and white eyes grew even clearer with her smile, her voice smooth and calm as it rolled off her tongue. “I heard you founded Artisans.”

“…”

“Is the name related to Enrico?”

“…”

“Rachel, do you even deserve it?”

Paige spat out Rachel’s name word by word, her smile vanishing as her eyes turned icy. She raised her hand and slapped Rachel with a backhanded strike.

Rachel was too stunned to react. The force of Paige’s blow sent her sprawling to the ground, her face slashed by the corner of the sunglasses.

She had never imagined that a woman’s slap could be so powerful. Her entire face was twisted from the impact as she crashed heavily onto the ground.