The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

As Paige tried to pull him away, Enrico glanced at her, staggering in place, then shook off her grip again.

The next second, several women rushed over, grabbing Paige’s arm and waist, forcing her to step back. “Earl’s prized pupil, huh? This is a competition. If you disrupt the rules, it’s too unfair to the other contestants.”

“Get lost!”

Paige was furious, letting out a low, angry growl. She struggled fiercely, tossing the women around her onto the ground one by one.

After she dealt with them, she looked up to see Enrico leaning against the bamboo rack, vomiting. “Ugh-”

Everything he threw up was clear alcohol.

The blue veins on his neck stood out, each one screaming in painful agony.

“Stop drinking!” Paige shouted at him.

Why did he have to be so stubborn?

After vomiting, Enrico wiped his lips with the back of his hand, a smug smile appearing on his face. “Has he ever gotten drunk for you?”

Who was this “he” referring to? Himself? The version of him that hadn’t lost his memory?

Paige stood there, her heart pounding painfully.

Why was he drinking so much, playing so recklessly? What was he trying to prove?

“Paige,” Enrico said, ignoring everyone else, his bloodshot eyes focused solely on her. “You need to remember me as I am now.”

He wasn’t nine years old anymore!

After saying that, Enrico picked up another bamboo container of wine and drank it in one go.

“Ninety! Ninety!”

The crowd below grew more excited, wishing they could rush onto the stage.

Paige watched him, her nose stinging with emotion. She didn’t understand his stubbornness, but she didn’t step forward to stop him this time-she just silently observed.

Enrico could barely stand, holding onto the bamboo rack with one hand while drinking with the other.

“Ninety-one! Ninety-one! Just one more and you’ll beat that local guy!”

The people below were more and more excited, their voices like waves crashing.

Without thinking, Enrico grabbed another bamboo container and downed it, the alcohol running down his jawline and dripping onto his neck, tracing the veins that were bulging under his skin. He was drinking as if he didn’t care about his life.

“Ninety-two! Ninety-two! You won! Brother, you won! Amazing!”

The crowd was going wild.

Paige watched him, nervous, but Enrico didn’t seem to realize he had already won. He grabbed another container and started drinking again.

The audience went into a frenzy, counting aloud with every drink.

“Ninety-three! Ninety-three!”

“Ninety-four!”

“Ninety-five!”

“…”

“…”

“One hundred and three!”

Enrico stood there, his eyes redder than ever, but he kept drinking.

The night deepened, and the wind grew colder.

By the time he reached the 121st bamboo container, it was the last one on the rack. The others… all empty.

His hand trembled as he reached for the bamboo container, missing it several times.

A slender hand reached past him, taking the last container from the rack. Paige stood there, silently handing it to him.

“…”

Enrico stared at her, seeing double, unable to make out her expression. But he still took the bamboo container and drank it all, recklessly. After finishing, he let go of the bamboo rack and immediately staggered, nearly falling.

Seeing this, Paige wanted to help him, but she held herself back.

Enrico continued to stumble backward, all the way to the edge of the platform, almost collapsing into the crowd. As the crowd gasped in shock, his tall figure wavered in the moonlight before he steadied himself.

Paige stood in front of him, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.

He spread his arms wide, looking as triumphant as a victorious general.

“Bang!”

With a loud gong, the results were settled.

In this absurd drinking competition, he drank all the wine for her.

No matter who else tried, no one could ever beat him.

He stood there, arms still outstretched, as if all the strength had been drained from him. His body slowly began to fall backward.

Paige rushed forward and caught him.

She slung one of Enrico’s arms over her shoulder, helping him walk forward. As she glanced over at Earl, he was no longer smiling in amusement-his eyes were filled with shock. When he noticed Paige looking at him, he quickly composed himself and forced a dry laugh. “Paige, I didn’t expect him to go this far. Let me check on him.”

Earl stepped forward and checked Enrico’s pulse, feeling the chaotic rhythm.

He was truly drunk.

It could even be dangerous.

“Teacher, I’d like to take him back to the hotel to rest,” Paige said respectfully, her tone calm.

“Alright, be careful. If anything feels off, take him to the hospital.”

Earl glanced at Enrico, who was now leaning heavily on Paige, unable to lift his head, and nodded for them to leave.

Relieved, Paige hurriedly helped Enrico out of the crowd. To avoid attracting more attention, she put a mask back on Enrico and maneuvered through the sea of well-wishers, congratulating her on finding such a fine husband through this local tradition.

Paige had no time for such thoughts. She checked the time, then quickly planned the fastest route back to the hotel.

“Hurry, throw it up. Press your tongue and get it all out.”

Once in the hotel suite, Paige half-carried, half-supported Enrico into the bathroom, removed his coat, and forced him to vomit.

Not that he needed much encouragement-Enrico was already feeling sick. He immediately leaned over the toilet and threw up again.

“Ugh-”

Enrico bent over, retching violently.

The bathroom quickly filled with the unpleasant smell of alcohol.

Paige held him up with one hand and checked his forehead with the other. His skin was burning hot.

Feeling the coolness of her hand, Enrico nuzzled into it, seeking comfort. But before long, the nausea hit him again. “Ugh-”

He vomited until he had nothing left. When he finally finished, he looked around, realizing he was alone in the bathroom.

Where had she gone?

Frowning, Enrico tried to move, but his vision was spinning, and everything around him appeared in double. He staggered to the sink, fumbling to turn on the cold water, then splashed his face into it.

The icy water jolted his senses, and he began to regain a bit of clarity.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

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In the living room, Paige sat down, opened her suitcase, and rummaged through it. Finally, she found a bottle of medicine.

She had originally packed it in case Nick or the others wanted to drink during the wine festival. Little did she know it would come in handy now.

She poured out two pills and filled a glass with water.

Just as she finished, she heard staggering footsteps approaching.

Paige turned around to see Enrico wobbling towards her, one hand clutching his wet head, his face full of pain. He complained, “Why did you leave? I couldn’t find you.”