The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Red bean.”

Paige mumbled as she chewed on the red bean, glancing at his deep eyes. She lifted the milk tea cup in her hand and asked, “Wanna try?”

Before the words finished, Enrico lowered his head and bit down on her straw.

He suddenly leaned in, his long, thick eyelashes hanging low and falling into her eyes, stirring something inside her. It was only then that Paige realized they had indirectly kissed.

She stared at him, a bit dazed. Enrico suddenly lifted his gaze, locking eyes with her, and a deep crease above his eyes made him even more enticing.

He raised a hand, gently brushing her face, attempting to wipe away the mask imprint but failing to do so.

His fingers were warm.

Paige’s breath hitched slightly. Enrico let go of the straw, took her milk tea directly, and swapped it with the one in his hand, saying, “Mine tastes better, drink this one.”

As he spoke, Enrico casually walked away, sipping from her milk tea.

“…”

Paige looked at the cup in her hand, noticing the faint wet mark left on the straw from him drinking it.

He’s been acting more and more ambiguously lately, seemingly unaware of it.

Paige pressed her lips together, took a sip, and caught up with him, asking casually, “Do you often share drinks with people?”

Is this something people do in elementary school?

“Other than Rafael and Jaden, no one dares get close to me,” Enrico replied lightly.

“You’ve shared drinks with them?”

She couldn’t believe how naturally he said that.

Hearing this, Enrico looked at her with a strange expression. “Why would I share drinks with two men?”

“So, you…”

You knew back then to share drinks only with girls.

Paige cut herself off mid-sentence, realizing that he didn’t like being treated like a child, but his memory was indeed stuck at the age of nine.

“What about me?” Enrico bit the straw as he opened the door.

“Nothing,” Paige smiled but said nothing.

Enrico pushed the door open with his back and glanced down at her, “Paige, you’ve been watching some dramas with me lately. What do you think of them?”

How can you not know that couples are supposed to share a drink?

How did she even date him in the past?

Hearing this, Paige held her milk tea cup, unable to respond, looking at him as if he had just asked a ridiculous question. The dramas he had been watching-she hadn’t seen them since middle school.

“Actually, there are many types of dramas. Some are so illogical that they’re just for entertainment.”

She spoke seriously, “You should watch fewer of those; they might affect your development… I mean, mental health.”

Plots where people argue for episodes over a bag of chips are really not suitable for normal people to watch.

Enrico understood what she meant, and his face darkened as he turned and walked away, biting down hard on the straw.

Hmph.

He was already 28, knew everything he needed to know, and had developed very well!

…

Gangnam Hall was hidden deep in the woods.

As they drove in, a seemingly impenetrable building stood among the dense forest.

The car stopped at the entrance, and Paige got out, gazing at the hall before her. She couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional-she never expected to come back to this place.

Suddenly, a flood of memories rushed over her.

She could almost feel the TP1314 stuck in her throat. Suddenly, a long, slender hand waved in front of her.

Paige snapped back to reality, seeing Enrico standing before her. “What are you daydreaming about?”

“Nothing, let’s go in.”

Paige smiled softly, pulling his hand down and holding it as they walked inside. His warm palm gave her a sense of security.

Enrico, a bit surprised, looked down at her holding his hand, and a satisfied grin spread across his lips.

The two of them walked through the entrance of Gangnam Hall, flanked by armed guards. Rafael was sitting on a sofa sipping tea. When he saw them enter, he stood up immediately, “Enrico, is this how you treat me? Calling me when you’re just ten minutes away, I had to drop everything to rush over.”

“Didn’t Paige help you solve the Smiths family and the Grissom family? You should be free now, what could possibly keep you so busy?” Enrico replied bluntly.

The guards all glanced at Rafael.

“…”

Rafael was speechless, silently removing his glasses to wipe them gracefully before clearing his throat, “You’re here to watch the interrogation?”

As if the previous conversation had never happened.

Paige couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of the president being so easily shut down. The discomfort in her heart eased a little, and she said, “Gangnam Hall is such a place-without special permission from the president, small figures like me couldn’t enter.”

Rafael was stunned by Paige’s compliment and looked at her in shock. She leaned beside Enrico, her features innocent and delicate, with a touch of reliance that completely masked the formidable persona she once had.

Thinking of the things that had happened to her here back then, Rafael felt conflicted and asked, “Paige, do you still hate me?”

Enrico shot him a glance.

What kind of question was that?

Paige looped her arm around Enrico’s and turned to look at Rafael. Instead of answering, she asked, “Back then, did the president really believe I was beyond redemption and deserved death?”

“If that were the case, I would have cooperated with those conglomerates. The slums are like a malignant tumor in country A; removing them would endanger the entire system. I preferred a more conservative approach.”

Rafael put his glasses back on and spoke deeply, giving her a long look. “But in your case, you even managed to heal Enrico. There’s nothing you can’t do.”

His words carried a deeper meaning.

He was admitting defeat, deciding not to stand in her way. And not standing in her way meant siding with her.

Paige was quite pleased with his words. “Then I hope you’ll win re-election.”

“With you and Enrico backing me, it would be hard not to,” Rafael chuckled, relieved.

A guard approached, scanning them up and down. Neither Paige nor Enrico had brought their phones inside.

Rafael took out his phone and placed it on the tray, then suddenly said, “Sorry.”

This unexpected apology caused Paige’s eyes to darken. Enrico didn’t think the apology was meant for him. He frowned at Rafael, “What did you do to her?” Paige also looked at Rafael.

Rafael looked at Enrico, his expression complex, and sighed, just as he was about to explain, Paige interrupted, “It’s nothing. I’ve told you before-when my identity as a slum resident was exposed, I was sentenced to death, and it was you who saved me. The president probably feels guilty for being powerless back then, which is why he’s apologizing.”

She had never told Enrico about the torture she endured in Gangnam Hall.

“…”

Rafael looked at Paige in surprise.

“Is that so?” Enrico looked at Paige, and she nodded. “Alright, let’s go. Today, we’ll make sure the truth comes out.”

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