The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Enrico arrogantly raised an eyebrow.

Live together, die together, buried in the same grave.

It didn’t sound so bad.

Paige smiled and said, “Then why are you asking me?”

“I’m willing,” Enrico moved closer, his warm breath brushing across every tiny pore on her face, “Tell me, are you willing?”

Paige gazed into his eyes and said, “Didn’t you say it’s not about being willing or not? It’s a matter of certainty.”

That answer satisfied Enrico.

He then held the back of her head and kissed her again. Paige matched his movements, and the boundless stars seemed to fall into her eyes.

…

The half-hour intermission passed quickly.

The towering **Finance Summit** building appeared extraordinarily quiet in the night, so quiet that there wasn’t even a sound.

The media had been waiting outside all along, but there hadn’t been any news from inside. By now, they should have released something for the reporters to write about.

Inside the main hall, everyone was gradually returning to their seats, each wearing a different expression.

The hosts were visibly nervous, trembling even as they sipped water, unsure of how to handle what was to come.

Even the seasoned tycoons felt a bit tense. Tonight’s sudden plan relied on winning, hoping to completely cover up the slum scandal.

Rachel sat in her seat, looking at the empty spot in the center, her gaze dim.

He’s going to such lengths for that woman, but is she worth it?

Tonight, it’s either his life or hers.

The two of them had come to this point. She had originally wanted Paige’s life, but now the knife was aimed at his throat-this was never her intention…

Rachel’s eyes welled up slightly, her heart aching to the core.

“Bang.”

The door swung open.

Rachel looked up and saw Enrico holding Paige’s hand as they walked in, even making their suits look like couple’s attire.

His large hand held Paige’s the entire time, shining under the lights.

Rachel had to look away, and then noticed Denver’s son whispering something into Denver’s ear, causing a sharp glint to flash in Denver’s eyes.

It seemed that the guards stationed at every passage of the building had been dealt with.

It’s true-there’s strength in numbers.

Enrico led Paige to the center, and just as she was about to head to her seat, Enrico pressed her into his chair.

“…”

Paige looked at Enrico helplessly.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“This seat-you’re worthy of sitting in it,” Enrico said nonchalantly, and then had a staff member bring over a high-end handcrafted chair to sit beside her.

Rafael was the last to arrive.

As soon as he entered, a group of uniformed guards filed in, standing guard in all directions.

After a few consecutive bangs, the doors around the main hall were closed tightly.

The tycoons felt somewhat reassured by the unfamiliar guards.

“Alright, since today’s Finance Summit has a special agenda, I’ll host,” Rafael said, looking at the content displayed on the large screen. “Whether or not to abolish the slum laws should have been the business of the Public Law Council, but due to Paige’s special status, and for reasons many of you already know, we will openly vote here.”

“…”

“Everyone’s time is valuable, so we’ll begin the vote now. The results will be announced in five minutes,” Rafael adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and stated plainly.

Each person received a blank piece of paper, and the voting method was the most traditional-handwritten.

Paige glanced at Enrico, picked up a pen, and was about to write.

“Wait!” Denver suddenly raised his voice.

Everyone looked up, seeing Denver seated, staring at Enrico. “Mr. Gustin, even though you took the Gustin Group back from your father, it’s yours now. With this company, your family is set for generations. Are you sure you want to abolish the slum laws for this woman?”

Rachel looked up, her fingers involuntarily twisting her pen.

Of course, she hoped to hear a “no” from his mouth, but she knew by now that was a hopeless fantasy.

Enrico sat there, chuckled coldly, picked up his pen, and wrote on the blank paper. Then, holding the top of the paper between his thumb and forefinger, he raised it.

On it, in bold, powerful strokes, were two lines:

**[In favor of abolishing.

-Enrico.]**

Nothing more.

Seeing this, Denver actually breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and said to everyone present, “You all see this-it’s not me who didn’t give him a chance. He’s already unwilling to give her up!”

The crowd remained silent, exchanging glances that indicated to Denver that enough was enough.

Paige sat there, glancing at Enrico’s paper. His handwriting was bold and sharp, arrogant beyond belief.

She was admiring Enrico’s calligraphy when Denver slammed the table and shouted, “Move!”

The guards surrounding the hall immediately drew their guns, aiming them at the central circle of conference tables. Those who weren’t big players were visibly shaken by the display, some even ducking under the tables.

“What are you looking at? Enjoying your man’s handwriting?” Enrico remained seated, focused on Paige’s appreciation of his calligraphy, without even glancing at the guards.

“Too aggressive,” Paige commented.

To the surprise of all the tycoons, the guards didn’t proceed with the plan to storm the center and clean up everyone around Enrico and Paige, nor did they capture the two of them. Instead, they just stood there, aiming their guns at the layers of conference tables.

Denver froze.

“Whose men are these? Mr. Bush’s, right?” everyone began asking.

Mr. Bush, trembling, replied, “Nonsense! None of my people are here.”

“What?”

Everyone was shocked, and after a round of low whispers, they realized none of the guards belonged to them.

“…”

Denver’s face paled and then flushed. He quickly signaled to someone closest to the door to open it.

The guards didn’t stop him.

However, the door wouldn’t open.

He understood.

Enrico had anticipated they would unite against him, so he used the fact that none of them recognized each other’s subordinates to replace the guards with his own people. They had thought the others’ guards were their own, and had let the doors be sealed.

Rafael massaged his temples and sat back in his seat.

The combined cunning of Enrico and Paige was terrifying.

The hall was eerily quiet.

So quiet it felt as if everyone had died, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Unease and fear quietly spread through the room.

“Enrico, what are you planning to do?” Denver, realizing he couldn’t gain anything from Enrico now, stood up and questioned him loudly.

Enrico, still studying his handwriting with Paige, lazily raised his eyes and glanced at Denver, “Wasn’t it you who ordered the move? Then go ahead.”

His tone was utterly indifferent.