The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Mr. Kevin.”

Standing nearby, Angie respectfully stepped forward, extending her hands to take Kevin’s coat and hang it up.

Enrico watched, studying Kevin with curiosity. Angie was Paige’s subordinate, yet she showed the same respect towards this man as if he were her master.

Kevin glanced at Paige’s hand resting on Enrico’s knee, while Enrico kept staring at him. Meanwhile, blood began to seep again from Paige’s wound.

“Move aside. You’re useless and just making things worse!”

Kevin’s face darkened as he strode forward, grabbing Enrico and pushing him aside. He sat in front of Paige, examining her injury.

“Enrico!” Paige exclaimed in surprise.

Enrico stumbled back several steps, nearly falling to the ground. Steadying himself, he coldly glared at the man’s back. “Who are you?”

Who was this man, and why was Angie so respectful towards him? Why did Paige speak to him with such familiarity?

“Kevin, CEO of the Lautners family,” Kevin responded, still facing away from him.

Enrico clenched his fists. He had never hated his memory loss more than at that moment. He understood The Capital’s power dynamics, but this Kevin? Who was he?

“Enrico, Kevin is a friend. During the three years I was away from The Capital, it was he who helped me rebuild Temple in Heaven,” Paige calmly explained.

Enrico’s expression softened at her explanation. He looked at her, wanting to ask more, but Kevin interrupted, “Paige, I’d like to discuss Peak Club matters with you.”

Paige glanced at Kevin, then at the clock on the wall, before walking over to Enrico. “It’s late. You should get some rest now.”

“You’re asking me to leave?” Enrico’s face paled.

She wanted to stay with this man and was trying to send him away?

“You need proper sleep. Whatever questions you have, I’ll answer them tomorrow.”

Paige smiled, though her face was still pale.

Empty words. She was clearly pushing him away.

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It was always like this-words that sounded good but meant the opposite.

Enrico glared at her before letting out a cold huff. “I don’t have that many questions anyway.”

With that, he turned and stormed up the stairs, each footstep heavy as if he were about to tear down the house.

Paige watched him disappear at the stairwell, feeling a bit helpless. She then turned to Kevin with a hint of exasperation, “He’s lost nearly twenty years of memories and doesn’t bear the same hostility towards you. Could you be a little nicer to him?”

Kevin glanced at her wound and sighed. “You should be kinder to yourself first. Doesn’t that hurt?”

Paige walked over as Kevin reached out, intending to help her apply the medicine. She gently avoided his touch, picked up a roll of medical gauze, and began to wrap it tightly around her arm herself.

Kevin watched her movements, feeling like he had been struck by a heavy blow. He was utterly frustrated but powerless to change her stubborn nature.

“Are you living in the past? Still so uptight about men and women?” Kevin muttered as he handed her a piece of adhesive tape after cutting the gauze.

“Thanks.”

Paige accepted it and fixed the gauze in place. Then she smiled, “Enrico is very petty. He’s not as easygoing as before. Best not to stir up unnecessary trouble.”

Her tone was filled with a strange satisfaction.

Kevin grimaced. “You sound so smug.”

“So, what did you want to discuss about Peak Club?” Paige asked, closing the medical kit.

Angie brought over two cups of tea before quietly leaving, giving them space for their conversation.

“You’ve already been injured for them. Haven’t you taken the opportunity to pull Peak Club’s members into Temple in Heaven?”

Kevin asked.

The members of Peak Club had gained significant influence. Nick had people and connections, Carrie had access to major capital and public sway due to her popularity. Not to mention the architects, pharmacologists, and prosecutors-they could all be her strong allies.

“If they want to join, they’re welcome. But it has to be voluntary,” Paige replied without hesitation. “Three years have passed. People change. If they come, I’ll accept them. If not, I won’t force anyone.”

Kevin gave her a sidelong glance, a faint smile on his lips. “You still believe people change, huh?”

Paige leaned back, hugging a pillow, her clear eyes meeting Kevin’s gaze. “Are you sure we’re talking about Peak Club?”

Kevin saw through her, so he dropped the pretense. “Alright, I came here to talk about Enrico.”

“You came all the way to The Capital just for that?”

Paige was surprised. Did this CEO of the Lautners family not have enough on his plate?

Kevin stood, sitting beside her on the sofa and picking up a cup of tea. “This place is full of your people who follow your orders. If I don’t talk to you about it, no one will.”

“So, what do you want to say?”

In the past three years, Kevin had helped her immensely, and Paige considered him a friend, willing to hear him out.

Kevin swirled the tea in his cup, watching the liquid swirl as he spoke slowly, “Paige, he’s lost his memory. He doesn’t even remember you. Are you sure you want to keep this going?”

He lifted his eyes to meet hers, clearly disapproving.

“Why not?” Paige frowned in confusion.

What reason did she have not to?

Seeing her determined stance, Kevin was at a loss for words. “Three years ago, I didn’t oppose you going back to The Capital to find Enrico, because I knew he was ruthless, but his heart was with you. But now?”

“And what’s different now?” Paige still didn’t understand.

“Now, he’s like a child. I pushed him, and he nearly fell over. He couldn’t even treat your injury properly, let alone protect you.”

Kevin’s tone grew stern. “You’ve returned to The Capital. A clash with Rachel and her forces is inevitable. Others might not understand Enrico’s importance to you, but Rachel does. He’ll become your burden and drag you into failure-just like three years ago.”

Paige remained silent, her eyes gradually growing cold.

“I know I’m being harsh, but it’s the truth, and I need you to see it,” Kevin pressed.

Paige let out a cold laugh. “So, to avoid failure, I should sever ties with Enrico now, is that it?”

“He doesn’t remember you. He won’t fall for you again. Isn’t that proof enough that it’s over between you two?” Kevin’s words were sharp, like bullets hitting their mark.