The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“…”

No-

Rachel stared at her desperately, pleading with all her might, shaking her head continuously, her eyes brimming with tears.

She couldn’t do it anymore. She wouldn’t dare anymore. Just give her one more chance. She wouldn’t dare again!

Nick stood nearby, handing the gun to Paige.

Enrico, sitting there, gazed at Paige’s back, frowning slightly.

He knew her well. She had suffered under the rules made by the rulers of this world, yet she clung to her principles more than anyone, as if without them, she wouldn’t be Paige anymore. Unless driven beyond her limits, unless someone stabbed at the people around her, she wouldn’t choose the most extreme solution.

Thinking of this, Enrico’s expression darkened, and he stood up to try to take the gun from Paige, to handle the situation for her.

Paige was half-squatting on the ground, holding Rachel close, the gun barrel pressed against Rachel’s heart. She stared straight ahead and spoke calmly, “For everything you’ve done to me over the years, you can bear the consequences yourself.”

“Mm mm-”

Rachel, consumed by despair, looked at her, full of a last desperate will to survive.

Paige’s face remained expressionless. Her finger moved toward the trigger, and without further hesitation, she pulled it.

“Bang.”

A loud bang echoed through the hall. Bright red blood splattered onto her hand and clothes.

Rachel’s eyes widened in disbelief, staring at her.

Paige kept her gaze fixed ahead, as if she could see the nights three years ago when Enrico had suffered alone, the endless fire and screams in River Town. Her eyes grew slightly red, and then she released the gun.

“Bang.”

Another dull thud.

Rachel collapsed slowly onto the cold floor, unable to utter another word, unable to move ever again.

The room was plunged into a deathly silence. Everyone stared, barely daring to breathe.

This Rachel had said Paige didn’t dare kill anyone, but this woman from the slums? She feared nothing.

Paige glanced down at the blood on her hands, looking a bit dazed.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed from behind. Turning her head, she saw Enrico standing in front of her, his deep eyes locked on her, his lips cold as he said, “She deserved to die.”

This didn’t count as an extrajudicial execution.

Paige understood. She nodded without saying a word.

“I’ll clean it for you.” Enrico took a steaming hot towel from Jaden and began wiping the blood from Paige’s hands.

The pristine white towel quickly became stained with blood.

Paige stared at the man in front of her. His expression was focused, as if wiping off blood was no more than cleaning dust that had accidentally dirtied her hands. He couldn’t stand the thought of her hands being sullied in the slightest…Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Outside, the sound of pounding on the door and gunfire echoed. Though the doors to the hall were bulletproof, they couldn’t withstand endless attacks.

Denver had been stunned when Paige actually killed Rachel. Seeing Rachel meet such an end, how could he expect a better outcome for himself?

When he heard the sounds from outside, he immediately realized his backup was arriving. He wasn’t stupid enough to put all his people inside this hall.

If his men didn’t receive any successful updates within a certain time, they would storm the building.

So, Denver turned to the other tycoons behind him and whispered, “Tell everyone not to panic. My people will break in soon. When that happens, Enrico and Paige won’t be in charge anymore.”

The tycoons nodded and passed on the message.

However, some opportunities, once missed, never return.

With Jason’s defection and Rachel’s death right before their eyes, the remaining tycoons didn’t dare follow Denver’s lead.

Paige was offering a peaceful solution, while Denver? He had risen to power thanks to Jeremy, who had been publicly dismissed by Enrico. His current influence was due to the gradual downfall of several major tycoons ahead of him. And the cause of their downfall… was not entirely unrelated to the woman from Wind Island.

Realizing this, even with the gunfire booming outside, they couldn’t bet their futures on Denver.

Soon, tycoons like Mr. Grissom handed over their votes to the staff and signed the documents Paige had provided.

“…”

Denver was on the verge of losing it, cursing them out without a shred of dignity.

Gunfire outside continued to rage, but inside the hall, everything was eerily calm, the panic only roaring inside each person’s heart.

Paige stood there, watching as Enrico carefully wiped the blood from her hands until no trace of it remained.

Her hands no longer felt cold but warm.

The next moment, the blood-stained jacket she wore was removed.

She looked up to see Enrico, who immediately took off his own jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

Her hair at the nape of her neck was brushed aside, as if she were wrapped in an oversized coat, engulfed by an adult’s scent, warmth spreading through her.

The sleeves, too long for her, were carefully rolled up.

Paige watched Enrico’s hands move, her nose stinging with emotion.

Finally, the door was breached.

Enrico cast a cold glance in that direction.

Paige quickly composed herself, issuing orders to Nick and the others, “Escort everyone who’s signed out of here safely. Not a single person is to be harmed.”

That was the spirit of the contract.

“Yes!” Nick responded immediately.

Rafael, too, under the protection of his subordinates, stood up, ready to escape. As he turned, he noticed the Peak Club members calmly packing up files and stuffing them into boxes, as if oblivious to the bloodbath about to unfold.

He had met some of these people three years ago-one of them was even an actor, not exactly someone trained for combat. Yet, they seemed unafraid of death, treating the documents as more important than their lives.

“Send a few people to protect them,” Rafael ordered sternly.

“Paige’s men are already guarding them,” his butler said, having noticed the guards nearby.

“Better to be safe. They’re talented people. We can’t afford to lose them,” Rafael said seriously, then turned to leave.

The butler had no choice but to assign additional guards to protect the Peak Club members.

In an instant, the hall became chaotic yet orderly. People rushed in from outside, firing wildly. Inside, however, the people were well-trained, with two or three bodyguards protecting each person as they made their escape.

“Mr. Gustin.” Jaden tossed a gun to Enrico.

Enrico caught it easily.

Paige bent down to pick up a gun from the floor, but Enrico grabbed her wrist, his face dark as he stared at her. “I tolerated this situation, I tolerated Emery, but how much more do you expect me to endure?”

“…”

Paige stared at him, stunned.

“When you’re by my side, just be a good-for-nothing,” Enrico said coldly, gripping her wrist tightly as he pulled her along. “Come with me!”

“…”

Paige had no chance to argue as Enrico dragged her through the chaos.

Denver’s men stormed in, bullets flying everywhere, accompanied by screams of pain.