The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Why not consider Fine Arts? Fine Arts of Capital University is world-renowned for its faculty, and you excel in oil painting. It’s a good choice,” Jaden suggested nearby.

“You paint in oils, Miss?” Olivia asked, looking surprised.

Paige smirked. “Then let’s go with that major. When can I enroll?”

“Today, if you like,”

Paige brightened not because studying made her happy, but because it meant she could leave Rose Estate today.

After finishing her breakfast, she wiped her mouth and stood up, looking at Enrico sitting there. “I’ll go report to school now.”

Enrico had stopped eating and sat watching her. At her words, he crooked his finger towards her.

Paige walked over to him.

Enrico grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, and sat her on his lap.

This ambiguous posture… Paige felt uneasy and tried to move, but he held her firmly. Enrico looked down at her, a hint of displeasure in his voice. “You’re not happy being held by me?”

Paige managed a smile.

Enrico pinched her chin, his voice low and husky. “When you go to school, I have a few conditions.”

“Go on.”

“I’ll arrange for a driver to take you to and from school. You can skip classes or leave early, but you must not delay your return. Also, no joining any clubs, no taking on any class responsibilities or student council positions, and no making friends.”

“Can I ask why?” She couldn’t help but inquire.

She wasn’t going to elementary school. What did he mean by no friends and no student responsibilities? Why such strict control?

“I’ve said it before-your world should only have me. Anything else, even studying, will only distract you from thinking about me, I’ve already compromised by not keeping you locked up at Rose Estate.”

Paige didn’t know how to describe her current feelings. She remained silent for a moment before nodding. “Okay, I can do that.”

Her chin was lifted by him, and he leaned down to kiss her lips, his tongue boldly exploring, his hot palm gripping her waist firmly, keeping her in place, kissing her aggressively.

His kiss slowly moved from her lips down to her neck. His breath was scorching hot, suddenly, he bit down.

Paige felt him suck fiercely on her neck, making her whole body tingle.

Only then did Enrico release her, looking at the faint red mark he had left on her neck, a satisfied smirk curling his lips. “Alright, go to school now. Remember what I said, or you’ll regret it.”NôvelDrama.Org content.

After Paige left, Jaden gathered up the documents on the table, couldn’t help but glance at Enrico. “Boss, are you just letting Miss go like this?”

“What, do you want me to send a team to protect her?” Enrico’s expression was lazy, “It’s just going to school. With her abilities, who can touch her?”

“That’s not what I meant.” Jaden hesitated, then spoke up after a while, “I feel like Miss looks obedient on the surface, but deep down, she seems rebellious. I’m worried…”

“Heh.” Enrico scoffed disdainfully. “You think I can’t control her?”

“I spoke out of turn.” Jaden quickly lowered his head.

…

A Maybach stopped at the west gate of Capital University.

This gate was far from the campus area, so hardly any students walked through here. After the car stopped, there was no one around.

Paige sat in the back seat, looking satisfied in her light-colored casual clothes.

During this period, she always wore a bunch of dresses in the style of Enrico’s deceased sister, which was inconvenient. It was better to wear pants.

“Miss, I could have taken you directly to the School of Arts,” the driver said, somewhat puzzled, looking at her through the rearview mirror.

“I’m just here to study, not to show off wealth,” Paige replied indifferently, picking up her black bag from the side and slinging it over her shoulder, then pushing open the door and getting out of the car.

This was A Country’s best university.

Her former dream.

She smirked sarcastically. Finally… she walked in like a proper person.

In the cultural corridor of the School of Arts, Molly attracted numerous curious glances. The news of Enrico blowing up a building to save her has spread widely, shocking everyone who heard about it.

Many students from other schools rushed over early in the morning just to see what magic this woman who had caught Enrico’s eye possessed.

“Molly, I envy you so much.”

Nancy walked beside Molly, her expression exaggerated. “I heard that when Enrico heard you were kidnapped, he dropped everything and cried when he carried you out of the gang’s lair.”

What had this rumor turned into? He cried for her? Didn’t Enrico kick her twice while in the gang’s lair? Molly held her books close, feeling annoyed.

But her vanity got the better of her, and she enjoyed the attention immensely. So, she smiled and replied, “That’s too much. He just rescued me, that’s all. When did he cry?”

Molly headed towards the direction of the classroom, encountering a few male students along the way, heads down, chatting on their phones.

“It’s this painting, ‘First Snow Maiden’. It’s been designated by the academic psychology community as a masterpiece for self-assessment of depression. Do you guys know this painting? Who could paint such a thing?”

“I know, I know. They say if you stare at this painting for five minutes and feel terribly uncomfortable, oppressed inside, congratulations, you’re mentally healthy; otherwise, if you feel joyful and pleasant, you have some degree of depression.”

“Is it really that amazing? Isn’t it exaggerated? I heard Molly also painted one and even got second place.”

Upon hearing her name, Molly couldn’t help but straighten her chest, walking past the boys more gracefully.

“Come on, Molly’s painting got completely overshadowed by ‘First Snow Maiden’. And you call yourself an art student? You can’t even understand this! Plus, this piece sold for a billion, while Molly’s only sold for a few bucks.,.”

Molly’s face instantly turned embarrassed to the extreme.

Seeing Molly like this, Nancy immediately raised her voice and scolded, “You guys only know how to talk, huh? If you’re so capable, why don’t you paint something and get second place!”

The boys raised their heads and realized Molly was there.

Molly almost stiffly pulled out a smile and said softly, “Nancy, don’t be like this. I really do need to improve.”

“Sorry, Molly, it was unintentional,” the boys apologized awkwardly and quickly ran off.

Molly hugged her book tightly, her nails almost digging into the pages. Since Paige returned, there hadn’t been a single thing that had gone right for her. Not a single thing!

“Molly, don’t mind those people,” Nancy said, pulling her arm.

Just as she finished speaking, two boys hurriedly passed by the flower bed outside the corridor.

“We’re all juniors, and there are still transfer students? Is she pretty?”

“Not just pretty, I’d say she’s pure. You look at her once, and you think of clean, innocent.”

“Really? Is it that exaggerated? How does she compare to Molly?”

Molly was fuming, but the boys over there hadn’t seen her yet and continued, “They’re not the same type. Molly is pure too, but she always dresses up in lolita or school uniforms for extra points. That transfer student is different, pure even in a potato sack.”

“I have to go check her out.”

“I feel like that transfer student could very well become the top beauty in our School of Arts.”

The two boys walked quickly ahead.

Nancy hurriedly comforted her, “Molly, don’t be upset. How could anyone be more beautiful than you?”

“Let’s go check it out.” Molly replied coldly, lifting her foot and stepping into the classroom.

Normally, when she entered, several boys would openly or sneakily glance at her. Today, as she entered, the atmosphere inside had clearly changed. No one looked at her. No one was engrossed in their phones.

Everyone was gathered together whispering, their gazes all directed towards the same direction in the corner of the lecture hall, where many boys surrounded a girl.

“Beauty, why did you transfer here in your junior year? Which school did you come from?”

“I know half of the beauties at Capital, how come I’ve never seen you?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Beauty, why aren’t you talking? We’re all classmates, let’s be friends. What’s your phone number? Let’s exchange contacts.”

“What’s your name, beauty?”

Paige sat in her seat, ignoring the incessant chatter of these guys, flipping through her books.

She had already mastered everything-sketching, techniques, life drawing, all taught by Master Chris a long time ago. What was she still doing here? She would have preferred to go to the Law School.

She reached up to flip her hair, pointing to the red mark on her neck without even lifting her eyes. “Scatter.”

It was a hickey left by Enrico, and she knew exactly why that bastard had left it there.

Sure enough, as soon as they saw the mark, the boys were instantly disappointed. Turns out the beauty already had a boyfriend.

“Paige!” Molly saw Paige clearly and was instantly shocked. She was too familiar with this scene.

Back when they were teenagers, those male classmates loved to gather around Paige because she seemed fragile, sparking their protective instincts. Whenever she and Paige stood together, the boys only saw Paige, including Bryan!

History was repeating itself.