The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige stepped inside, and the lights were turned on, making the room as bright as day.

She had come fully prepared, launching a surprise attack. Angie and Nick, with their teams, quickly subdued everyone, pinning them down. Even those who resisted barely had time to reach for their guns. A few struggled briefly, but were soon forced to their knees by the gun barrels pointed at them.

Paige stood there watching, waving her hand for her team to take the captives outside.

Enrico looked up and then suddenly moved forward, stepping through three doors and down a hallway, stopping in front of a closed door. According to the surveillance footage, Jeremiah and his wife were inside.

Angie and Nick were already positioned on either side of the door. Nick glanced at the calm-faced Angie, nervously swallowed, and braced himself, lifting his gun.

He told himself he could do it, that he could handle this!

Angie gave him a brief look before turning swiftly, kicking the door open.

The moment the door flew open, a middle-aged man stood there glaring at them, pointing a gun directly at Angie.

Nick’s eyes widened in shock, and without thinking, he lunged toward Angie. But Angie moved even faster, dodging out of the way, leaving Nick to collide with the gunfire.

Enrico’s expression changed as he pulled Nick back just in time. In the next second, he felt a hand tugging at him. He turned to see Paige, her face almost panicked, fear clear in her eyes.

“Bang!”

The sharp sound of a gunshot echoed, and the bullet smashed through the wooden pillar.

Nick and Angie narrowly escaped the shot.

Leaning against the wall, Angie glanced at Nick, whose face had turned pale with fear. Despite his obvious terror, he had tried to shield her from the gunfire, risking his life.

“Thanks, brother-in-law,” Angie said softly, directing her gratitude toward Enrico.

Nick stood there, looking dazed and overwhelmed.

Before Enrico could reply, Jeremiah started firing wildly from inside the room, the deafening gunshots forcing them to take cover outside.

“Jeremiah, you’re out of bullets,” Paige said in a cool, clear voice.

Enrico glanced at Paige, seeing her standing in front of the door with her gun aimed steadily inside. Her tone was light, but firm. “You might as well come out, before I have to come in myself and your wife fires another shot at me.”

From Nick’s angle, he could see a middle-aged woman in silk nightwear standing inside the room, her hands trembling as she gripped a gun.

Paige is so sharp! Nick thought to himself, impressed.

Realizing he had no other options, Jeremiah dropped his gun, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Nick quickly moved in, tying Jeremiah’s hands behind his back.

“Stacie, there’s no point in resisting any further. Come out,” Paige called calmly.

The woman inside, Stacie, slowly walked out with her head down, still holding the gun. Angie swiftly disarmed her and pinned her against the wall, binding her hands behind her back.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the couple didn’t say a word as they were escorted out.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was all over.

Everything had gone smoother than expected.

Paige turned to Enrico and gently chided, “You haven’t fully recovered your fighting skills yet. Don’t get involved when there’s gunfire.”

That bullet had grazed his shoulder earlier, and the thought of it made her heart race with fear. She was terrified-genuinely terrified.

“You let Nick rush in recklessly, but you think I shouldn’t?” Enrico frowned, feeling slighted. He had just saved Nick, and yet Paige acted as if he was useless.

“When did I ever say you were useless?” Paige sighed in exasperation. “Once you’re back in top shape, I won’t stop you.”

“And how do you know I haven’t been training?” Enrico retorted.

Paige looked surprised. “You’ve been training?”

Before Enrico could respond, Rey approached. “Paige, we’ve rounded up everyone and are currently documenting their relationships.”

“Good.” Paige nodded, then turned to Enrico. “Let’s go and interrogate them.”

“You go ahead. I want to take another look around,” Enrico said in a low voice.

Though unsure of what he was looking for, Paige nodded and headed off.

In the living room, Jeremiah and Stacie sat on the sofa with their hands bound, both staring at the ground in silence.

Paige stood nearby, pulling out her phone to glance at their old photos. The couple had disappeared for decades and were now middle-aged, no longer resembling their younger selves. Time had etched its marks on their faces.

“Stacie, I’ve heard you’re a smart woman. How much of the plotting against me all those years ago was your doing?” Paige asked, sitting down in an armchair, casually leaning back.

The woman lifted her head to glance at Paige before lowering it again.

“Paige, they refuse to say anything,” Nick muttered in frustration.

“Jeremiah, Stacie,” Paige said with a cold smile, “Do you think the person you schemed against isn’t worth speaking to?”

“I came to settle a score. If we can’t clear this up, I won’t let you go so easily.”

The couple remained silent, their heads bowed.

Paige couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong.

Logically, this couple should have been influential figures, capable of stirring chaos across The Capital years ago. Yet now, their presence felt weak, and they remained silent.

Were they waiting for someone to rescue them? Or had the years worn down their fighting spirit? And who was the young man wearing the mask who had been carrying out their orders? Could it be that he was now the true leader of their family?

“Rey, how much have you documented so far? How many children do they have?” Paige asked.

Rey walked over, shaking his head in frustration. “No one’s talking. It’s like their lips are glued shut.”

What did it mean that none of them were speaking?

Paige frowned, remembering something a henchman had mentioned before. An idea crossed her mind, and she stood up. “Check how many young people we’ve captured, and look at their hands. See if any of them have particularly well-formed hands.”

“Well-formed hands?” Nick was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Like Enrico’s hands,” Paige explained.

Nick and Rey went to investigate and returned disappointed. “Paige, there are a few young ones, but none with good-looking hands.”

Paige stood outside in the courtyard, surrounded by shadows. The captives all stood with their heads lowered, silent like the couple inside.

Something was wrong.

Paige’s expression darkened. She stood there, staring at the group, trying to unravel the mystery in her mind. There had to be a reason for this strange behavior. What was it?

As she bit her lip, replaying the events in her mind, Angie approached for instructions. “Miss, should we start secretly transporting them out of River Town in batches?”

Paige nodded. “Yes, there are too many people in River Town tonight. Transport them one by one to avoid drawing attention. But make it quick.”

The more wrong things felt, the faster they needed to leave River Town. That was the only right choice.