The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige is not as beastly as Jaden might think. She had two rooms in this mansion connected, creating one large room with space for two beds.

A minimalist decorative cabinet serves as a partition in the middle, adorned with some pure white art pieces, allowing a clear view of each other while maintaining separate spaces. She needs to take care of Enrico and can’t be too far from him.

When Paige entered the room, Enrico was nestled in a hanging chair adorned with artificial roses, holding a milky-white cup with a frown on his face. The cup emitted a strong medicinal odor. It smelled unpleasant and difficult to drink.

Enrico furrowed his brows, glancing at the vase in the corner, coming up with an idea. Just as he was about to get down, a slender, pale hand appeared in front of him holding a snack. Enrico looked up and met Paige’s eyes.

Her eyes were so clear, it felt like looking at a washed sky.

“What’s this?” he didn’t understand her intention.

“Cheese sticks, have you ever had them?” Paige smiled at him, “Take your medicine, and have this.”

“……”

Cheese sticks. Treating him like a three-year-old.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Bored.

Enrico glared at her coldly, lifted the cup, and gulped down the entire cup of bitter, foul-smelling medicine. The unpleasant taste almost made him vomit. But since Paige was watching him, he had to finish it in one go, “I’m not afraid of bitterness… mmm.”

Paige opened the packaging and directly shoved the whole cheese stick into his mouth.

“……”

Enrico’s mouth was stuffed full.

So soft, so delicate.

The strong milk flavor.

A bit… tasty.

Enrico maintained a stern face, reluctantly chewing the cheese stick. No, it wasn’t just a bit; it was very tasty.

Paige stood there and, as if performing a magic trick, pulled out a huge shopping bag from behind her. She said gently, “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I bought a bit of everything. You can eat it slowly.”

Enrico glanced at the bag filled with cheese sticks, yogurt, jelly, chips, shrimp crackers, milk slices, dried fruits, anchovies, animal cookies, and candy…

So many snacks.

Enrico’s eyes lit up but quickly returned to calm when Paige looked at him, and he said, “I don’t like snacks.”

“Then just keep them. If you get hungry sometimes, you can snack on them.”

Paige didn’t call him out, just smiling as she asked, “Aren’t you going to sleep yet?”

“……”

Enrico looked at her in confusion.

“I need to discuss something with my assistant, over there. If it’s too noisy for you, I can move to the study.” Paige pointed to the room on the other side of the partition.

Enrico had wondered why there was another bed there; now he understood and felt a bit angry, asking, “You’re sleeping next to me?”

“I treated your illness. I need to observe your recovery up close. Isn’t it okay if we sleep nearby?” Paige said matter-of-factly.

Enrico eyed her suspiciously, filled with caution, “Do you want to become my wife too?”

The question was devoid of any warmth.

Paige leaned in, her face nearly touching his. Enrico was startled and instinctively shrank back, causing the chair to sway.

Paige stood still, looking at him leisurely, “You’re only nine years old. Do you even know what a wife is, to be this guarded against me?”

Even if they slept close, he built walls around himself. Were all these snacks bought in vain?

“I may have only nine years’ worth of memories, but I know that if we were married, you could take my family’s assets and make me pay alimony.” Enrico said word by word, focusing on her.

He knew quite a lot.

“Not just that.”

Paige moved even closer, her long eyelashes nearly brushing against him. She gazed deeply into his eyes and smiled faintly, “If we got married, I could also kiss you.”

The chair swayed even more violently.

Enrico wanted to run but was trapped in the chair, unable to escape. He could only glare at her fiercely, his sharply defined face showing a suspicious flush of red.

Enrico blushed.

This guy… Since she met him, he had no sense of shame, yet here he was blushing.

Paige looked at him with a hint of melancholy. If he hadn’t lost so much memory, her little tricks would have been insignificant to him. Only he could bully her; she couldn’t bully him to the same extent.

Which was better, she couldn’t tell.

But as long as it was him, that was enough.

Seeing the change in her expression, Enrico, feeling a bit of pity, asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

Why did she suddenly seem so sad?

“It’s nothing. I’m going over there. You enjoy your snacks.”

“……”

“Remember, no more eating after nine o’clock. It’ll make you gain weight and isn’t good for your health.”

Paige smiled, withdrew half her body from the chair, and walked towards the wooden steps by the partition, heading to the adjacent bedroom.

“……”

Enrico peered out from the chair, watching her silhouette, feeling a sudden discomfort in his chest.

……

The night light softly illuminated the bedroom.

Paige reclined lazily on the chaise longue, comfortably flipping through a document.

“No one has gone to rescue Rachel yet?”

Paige asked, with a cold expression that was different from her gentle demeanor with Enrico.

Angie, who was more casual when discussing matters with Paige, was now sitting by Paige’s bed with a document in hand, reporting, “No, Miss. Do you really think someone is behind Rachel? I don’t think so.”

Paige hadn’t killed Rachel but had locked her in a seaside building to draw out whoever was behind her.

“Years ago, Rachel indeed set up a brilliant trap. But because the trap was too perfect, she was overly confident and didn’t leave herself an escape route.”

Paige’s tone was cold, “Without an escape route, how could Rachel avoid Jaden’s search unless she has a powerful figure backing her?”

Besides, they had attended the same academy. Rachel had some skill, but it was all in scheming. It was hard to believe she suddenly developed a commercial acumen to build Artisans into such a large enterprise.

“But now that Rachel is locked up and that powerful figure hasn’t appeared, instead, Jeremy has taken the opportunity to control Artisans.”

Angie continued.

At this, Paige couldn’t help but smile.

Jeremy and Rachel were on different paths. Rachel had saved Jeremy to use his meager reputation to forge tighter connections with the major financial groups, but Jeremy, after her disappearance, wanted to take control of Artisans and become the president.

“The more Jeremy and Rachel fight, the more impatient the figure behind them will become, and they will reveal themselves sooner or later.”

Paige said. She never saw Rachel as a rival; the only one who could match her might be this yet-to-be-seen powerful figure.

She needed to rebuild the slum, handle these financial groups, and guard against this figure.

No rush, one step at a time.