The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Butler Beau appears neutral, not offending anyone, but it seems he has offended everyone. That’s not a good thing,” Paige said calmly, then turned and walked away without looking back.

Butler Beau, who was only in his fifties, trembled at her words and had to hold onto a nearby column to avoid collapsing.

Paige walked out to a very wide hallway with a vaulted ceiling adorned with carvings. She looked up, admiring the craftsmanship, which could only be described as soulful. Every detail was meticulously crafted, flawless.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Every step in The Gustin family’s villa offered a different view. Looking up or down, one could see something unique.

Standing in the middle of the hallway, Paige’s gaze fell from the vaulted ceiling to the garden in the distance, where she could vaguely see some trees. A gentle breeze blew from behind her…

Her hair was lifted softly by the wind, momentarily obscuring her vision.

“Butler Beau,” she called. The man, pale-faced, came out and saw Paige standing there, staring at something.

Paige brushed her hair behind her ear. “This place could have been more beautiful, don’t you think? What a waste.”

“…”

Butler Beau was stunned. He began to suspect that Paige had already learned everything about the estate, but how could that be?

Some things, even the young master might not know. How did she figure it out?

“I’m done with the tour. Let’s head to the main building,” Paige said, no longer interested in continuing. She turned and walked forward.

Paige took a tour cart to the main castle. Along the way, she compared the estate’s map with the surrounding scenery, her expression unreadable.

When she got out of the cart, Butler Beau greeted her and led her toward the entrance.

The servants stood in neat rows, bowing in unison, “Young Madam.”

One handed her a warm towel, another knelt to change her shoes, and others approached to help remove her coat-each one seemingly eager to serve her.

Such was the nature of life in a grand family.

“I’ll do it myself,” Paige said, not fond of such rigid rules. She took the towel, wiped her hands, stepped into the prepared house slippers, and handed her coat to a maid.

Butler Beau, hearing the words of the servants beside him, said, “Young Madam, the young master has prepared a lavish lunch. Shall I take you to the main dining room?”

“Isn’t it customary for the new daughter-in-law to serve tea to the elder first?” A voice, unpleasant to the ears, suddenly chimed in.

Paige looked up and saw two men in bodyguard uniforms standing at the end of the line of servants, both looking rather unfriendly.

“…”

Paige’s expression remained indifferent.

Butler Beau, sensing danger, hurriedly explained behind Paige, “These two are trusted by the master. After the master was brought back to the estate, they followed.”

Ah, Jeremy’s trusted men.

Paige understood and let out a soft chuckle. “I nearly forgot that Jeremy is still here.”

Her words were dripping with sarcasm.

The servants, understanding the tension between the father and son, lowered their heads in fear.

Hearing this, the two men’s expressions darkened. One of them spoke harshly, “Miss Paige, you’ve been touring the estate for quite a while now. Isn’t it time to serve the elder tea? Otherwise, it wouldn’t look good if word got out.”

Upstairs in the corridor, Enrico was leaning against a carved pillar, arms crossed as he watched the scene below. His expression was hard to read.

Jaden, standing beside him, glanced at the scene and said, “Boss, it seems the old man’s people are getting bolder. Should I go down and take care of it?”

From the beginning, the boss never got rid of Jeremy’s men. That’s why the old man still believed he could regain control, not realizing that if he really could, the boss wouldn’t have kept them around in the first place. He was just too lazy to deal with them, letting them be.

But now they dared to mess with Paige. That’s a step too far.

Enrico watched the scene at the entrance, his eyes gleaming, and his voice low. “Deal with it after 3 PM.”

“…”

Jaden felt like he was losing touch with reality. “Why wait until 3 PM?”

Boss always treated Paige like she was a treasure, nearly attaching her to his hip. But now he was just watching her get harassed? Could it be that there were real problems in the marriage?

“You wouldn’t understand, even if I told you.” Enrico glanced at him and, in an unusually good mood, beckoned him closer.

Jaden leaned in, and Enrico patted his shoulder. “Got a woman yet?”

“No,” Jaden answered honestly, shocked that the boss was suddenly interested in his personal life.

Could it be that marriage had made the boss soft-hearted and ready to give him some time off for a romance?

“Then you should start looking for a retirement home.” Enrico patted his shoulder with a smirk, then walked away.

“…”

Jaden stood there, his face devoid of expression.

Enrico continued down the corridor, his eyes fixed on the scene below, where Paige stood calmly, speaking in a neutral tone. “Then please invite Jeremy to join us for lunch.”

With that, she turned to leave.

The two bodyguards immediately stepped forward to block her. “Miss Paige, you’re entering The Gustin family’s villa. You should sincerely go and greet the master.”

The moment they finished speaking, Paige’s eyes turned cold. She stepped forward, grabbed their wrists, twisted them outwards, and kicked them both, causing them to drop to one knee. Instinctively, they reached for their guns, but came up empty-handed.

Paige had already snatched their guns in one swift move and aimed one at one of their heads, her face cold and calm. “You should understand one thing: just because Enrico didn’t bother with you doesn’t mean I won’t.”

“…”

The two men’s faces turned grim.

Butler Beau and the other servants were utterly dumbfounded. While other families’ young madams might enter gracefully and elegantly, their young madam kicked people and disarmed them!

“Now, get Jeremy to the dining room. If he doesn’t come, I’ll deal with you later,” Paige said coldly, handing the two guns to Butler Beau.

“…”

Butler Beau silently stepped forward and took the guns, their weight causing his hands to sink.

Paige clapped her hands, as if she had just finished a casual tea, and calmly walked away.

“…”

Enrico, watching from upstairs, furrowed his brow.

Sigh.

How was he supposed to stall until 3 PM now?

Sometimes, having such a capable woman was a problem.

Enrico pressed his lips together, mulling over different excuses, when Butler Beau came toward him.

Standing there with reverence, Butler Beau lowered his head and said, “Young Master, the Young Madam invites you to lunch.”

“Did she really say that?” Enrico asked.

At this, Butler Beau lowered his head even more. “The Young Madam said, ‘Enjoying the show? If you’re done, it’s time to eat something.'”

“…”

Yes, that sounded more like his woman.

Enrico smirked and strode off.

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