The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Her and Enrico.

How close must two people be for their names to be linked so naturally?

Kevin looked at her, shaking off his thoughts. He said seriously, “Are you that confident? I actually think this situation is hard to handle. If Rachel dares to play at the big finance summit, she must be fully prepared. And with the mysterious Folsom family backing her, it’s best to be prepared for a retreat. Always leave some room for maneuver.”

Paige sipped her coffee, thought for a moment, and nodded. “Alright, then I’ll trouble you with that.”

Kevin was surprised. “You’re really considering retreat?”

“I have to leave a way out for everyone.” Paige smiled faintly.

“And what about you?” Kevin sensed that “everyone” didn’t include her.

“I’ve already dragged Enrico into this mess. If things go south, I can’t just run away by myself, can I?” Paige said nonchalantly.

Enrico’s foundation was in The Capital; it would be hard for him to escape. So how could she selfishly leave again?

“…”

In the end, she had made up her mind to stick with Enrico no matter what.

Kevin had nothing more to say. He raised his fist. “Then I wish you success.”

He extended his fist toward her, ready for a fist bump, but Paige didn’t notice. Her attention was drawn to her vibrating phone.

With one hand holding her coffee cup, she took out her phone with the other. It was a message from Enrico.

**[Enrico: Are you asleep?]**

Paige glanced at the time. It was already 10:30 PM.

It was indeed time for bed.

She typed a reply.

**[Paige: Just finished showering, about to sleep. How about you?]**

**[Enrico: Calculating your dowry, then I’ll sleep.]**

Paige smiled. Sleep was good. He had been taking care of her for so many days and must be exhausted.

“…”

Kevin could only pull back his hand and watch Paige’s smiling lips. So, she wasn’t someone who couldn’t smile. Over the past three years, he had seen many of her smiles-forced, indifferent, bitter… but he had never seen her smile like this, with even her eyes filled with joy, pure and carefree like a spoiled child.

He took a step back, slowly diverting his gaze. A wry smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he turned and left.

Paige sent Enrico a goodnight message. When she looked up, Kevin was already gone, leaving only a distant silhouette behind.

She tilted her head back and finished her coffee, then turned and walked inside, ready to pull an all-nighter.

…

The meeting room was bustling with activity. Numerous laptops were placed on the conference table, their screens filled with documents. Three printers were continuously churning out paper without pause.

Everyone was working tirelessly, drinking coffee like water.

“Paige, we need your signature on these. Once signed, we need to send them out immediately to make sure they’re processed by the relevant departments first thing in the morning,” Carrie hurriedly placed two documents in front of Paige.

Paige shook out her hand, picked up her pen, glanced over the documents briefly, and signed her name at the bottom.

**Paige.**

The signature was graceful and neat.

Carrie stood by, watching. She gulped down her coffee but then noticed something strange in Paige’s movements as she flipped through the pages.

She looked at Paige’s face and saw that her lips were pale, and her complexion didn’t look good.

Carrie couldn’t help but gently touch Paige’s arm, feeling the bandages through her sleeve. Her heart sank. “Paige, are you not feeling well?”

Hearing this, everyone looked up at Paige, finally noticing that she looked unwell.

“I’m fine,” Paige said calmly. After signing, she handed the document back to Carrie and turned to the others. “Which companies still haven’t been integrated? Bring the files over, and I’ll take a look.”

“Here are the last few,” David and Derrick, the twin brothers, placed several documents in front of Paige. “I never imagined Prestige Logistics was yours too. Impressive.”

“I do a lot of things, pretty much anything that makes money,” Paige smiled as she took the Prestige Logistics file and started calculating data on her computer. Her slender fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard.

Carrie sat beside her, working while keeping a worried eye on Paige. Ever since the incident in River Town, Paige had been pushing herself harder than before.

Everyone had been pushing harder than before.

Carrie glanced at the busy faces around her and lowered her eyes. If only she could do more to help Paige.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Suddenly, Cynthia gasped, “Paige, you’re bleeding!”

Everyone turned to look. Paige was sitting there typing with one hand, but a thin trickle of blood was seeping from her sleeve, crawling up her hand like a vein and dripping onto the keyboard-a chilling sight.

At this, everyone stopped working.

Paige was almost forcibly pushed out of the meeting room. The door slammed shut in front of her with a loud “bang,” blocking her entry and forcing her to go rest.

Left with no choice, Paige returned to her villa.

It was 2:30 AM.

These people were getting bolder, even daring to force her to rest.

As Paige walked back, she rolled up her sleeve, wiping the blood from her arm. Despite how long she had been treating the wound, it was still bleeding. If Enrico saw this, he would surely scold her again.

Her slippers made soft sounds on the wooden floor as she pushed open her door. The moment she entered, her eyes flashed with sharpness.

She looked up and turned on the light. The spacious room was as it had been-two large beds separated by a partition, both neatly made. The partition was decorated with various ornaments, the floor-to-ceiling curtains were drawn tight, and the floor was spotless, not a hair out of place.

“…”

Paige quietly observed the room and suddenly smiled.

She slipped her feet out of her slippers and walked barefoot towards the bathroom, shedding her coat and tossing it to the floor. She began unbuttoning her shirt.

She moved slowly, undoing one button at a time. As her collar loosened, it revealed her delicate collarbone.

One button after another.

Her pale skin gleamed under the light, and the lines of her undergarments became faintly visible beneath the shirt.

When she reached her waist, Paige paused, her hand moving to undo the thin belt. She loosened the buckle, and the black belt slipped from her hand, falling softly to the floor.

Then, she stopped.

“Who are you deliberately torturing?”

A man’s suppressed, husky voice suddenly echoed in the quiet room.

Paige turned to see Enrico leaning casually against the door she had just closed. His hands were in his pockets, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His eyes were fixed intently on her half-unbuttoned shirt, his gaze deep and unreadable.

Paige stood there, watching him with a smile. “Sir, trespassing and attempting to commit indecent acts is a serious crime.”

“Miss, which eye of yours saw me committing indecent acts?” Enrico smirked, his tone dripping with mischief.