The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige frowned slightly as she listened, “If he has such abilities, why would he still hide in the background and let Rachel establish Artisans?”

“Indeed, his methods are quite strange,” Rafael added, sitting beside her. “If back then he feared Enrico’s power, that’s understandable, but after Enrico got sick, he shouldn’t still be this cautious.”

In three years, all he achieved was developing Artisans from scratch, without showing himself. Why go to such lengths?

The muscular man shook his head, his voice hoarse. “I don’t know either, but when Miss Paige plotted against the Smiths family, the Grissom family, and Artisans recently, the man went into a rage, furiously berating Rachel.”

“What did he say?” Enrico asked.

“He called Rachel useless, said if Paige had been helping him instead, Artisans would have become one of the top corporations in A Country by now,” the muscular man replied.

“…”

From the sound of it, this mysterious figure had quite a high opinion of her.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Paige fell silent, thinking over the man’s words carefully, analyzing bit by bit. Then she asked, “Has Rachel seen his true face?”

“When I accompanied him to The Capital, he wore a hood the entire time,” the muscular man said.

“…”

So Rachel didn’t know his true identity either. No wonder, during her interrogation at the seaside, Rachel refused to reveal anything. She knew what little she said wouldn’t matter, and if she spilled everything, her death would be certain. Plus, she was still useful to the figure in the background, so she chose to remain silent, waiting for him to rescue her.

As for Molly, she only knew about Rachel’s involvement and had no idea about the mastermind. Keeping her locked up was pointless.

Paige pondered all of this while sitting there.

“And recently? Other than ordering you to capture members of the Peak Club, did he ask you to do anything else?” Enrico asked, glancing at him.

The muscular man shook his head. “No, but I overheard him telling Rachel that Paige could be captured but not killed for now.”

At the mention of killing, Enrico’s expression instantly darkened.

He had considered killing her?

“Why?” Paige asked.

“Miss Paige can turn the major corporations of The Capital into scattered pieces, which aligns with his goals. If it weren’t for the fact that you stood to benefit, he wouldn’t even want to deal with you,” the man explained.

At this point, Paige understood clearly. “So, three years ago and even now, his goal has always been to create chaos in The Capital and in A Country.”

Three years ago, after her “death,” the major corporations remained unaffected. The man couldn’t find another opportunity and had to rely on Rachel to prop up Artisans. Using Artisans to gain profits and destabilize The Capital.

But after Rachel’s Artisans had painstakingly achieved some success, just when they were about to reap rewards from the Smiths family and the Grissom family, she reappeared.

Unwittingly, Paige had disrupted her enemy’s plans, taking away the benefits they had intended to seize. It felt rather satisfying.

“One last question.”

Having asked almost everything she needed to know, Paige pulled out a button from her pocket, embroidered with golden thread. She held the button, her gaze icy as she looked at the muscular man. “Why do all of your clothes have one of these buttons sewn on?”

“Miss Paige, your attention to detail is impressive,” the man said, admiring her perceptiveness. “When we go out on missions, this button is mandatory. It’s a way to recognize our own in special circumstances.”

So, the button was a mark, similar to the Lautners family’s emblem, an identifying symbol.

“From what you know, how long has someone been working with that man?” Paige asked.

“Five years,” the muscular man thought for a moment and replied.

Only five years…

…

In the car on the way back, Paige kept turning the button in her hand, her fingers tracing its smooth edges as she stared at it, deep in thought.

Enrico, watching her closely, finally spoke. “This man’s actions seem to be led by someone young, with no more than five years of experience. It can’t be your parents.”

Twenty years ago, she had been given such a button herself.

“I know,” Paige murmured, pressing her lips together and tucking the button away. “But now, I have a terrifying guess.”

“What?” Enrico asked her.

“Enrico, don’t you think this person’s goals are somewhat similar to mine?” Paige turned to look at him, her face slightly pale.

Enrico, no longer the man he was when he first woke up, quickly grasped her meaning. “It does seem similar. But you don’t want to throw The Capital into chaos-you just want to suppress the influence of the corporations. His goal is different; he seems to want a full-on conflict between the corporations.”

“Exactly,” Paige agreed, thinking hard. “I want to weaken the corporations to rebuild the slums. There’s no way he has the same motive, right?”

“Of course not. It’s more likely that chaos in The Capital would give him a chance to step in. For instance…” Enrico’s eyes darkened as he stared at her. “He could reorganize the corporate landscape, and once the economy of The Capital, or even all of A Country, collapses, he could emerge with his hidden power and wealth, becoming the most influential figure in the nation.”

Paige looked at Enrico with some surprise, not expecting him to have developed such deep insights already.

“I was thinking the same,” Paige said. “But if that’s the case, then there’s something even more terrifying. That mysterious young man might just be one piece of the puzzle. Behind him could be an entire organization that’s been around for at least 20 years.”

Because her button had been with her for more than 20 years.

If that’s true, then this organization has been in the shadows for over two decades, gathering loyal operatives like the muscular man, amassing wealth and resources. Its power… could be terrifying. No single corporation could rival them alone. They’re just waiting for a corporate conflict as their opportunity.

“Twenty years without making a move… this organization sure is patient,” Enrico remarked.

“It’s not patience. It’s that they can’t openly enter The Capital. They need the right opportunity,” Paige speculated. Then an idea suddenly struck her. “I think I’ve got something. Enrico, I’ll drop you off at the corporation. I need to talk to Kevin about this.”

“You’re going to see him?” Enrico’s expression shifted, his face turning dark.

“Yes,” Paige replied, her mind focused on business, not noticing his mood as she instructed the driver to head to the Gustin Group.

“Why can’t I help you?” Enrico asked, a hint of frustration in his voice. Was he really that useless? He had been working hard, even starting to handle some of the corporation’s documents without any major mistakes.

Paige finally noticed his displeasure. She turned to see Enrico’s dark expression, paused for a moment, and then smiled. Leaning in close to him, she whispered, “Kevin has a vast intelligence network. He’s the easiest to get the information I need from.”

“I can build you one too,” Enrico responded without hesitation.