The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“You all keep saying you’re doing this for the stability of Country A, but are you really? You know perfectly well what you’re really doing,” Paige stated as she stood there, her voice steady. “In my opinion, the best elite system is one where everyone has the opportunity to become elite. The nation should provide relatively equal opportunities so that all people can walk the path to becoming elites-that’s the real elite system.”

“…”

Enrico remained seated, his gaze fixed intently on her, momentarily distracted by the sparkle of the diamond earrings she wore.

Most of the people in the conference hall were standing, some in silence, others visibly angry, while many sneered. Their laughter was filled with mockery, as if they were listening to the naive words of a child.

“I know this will be difficult, but the future of Country A needs to change,” Paige declared firmly.

Rafael watched Paige in silence. He knew as well as anyone that Country A needed reform, but with centuries of oligarchic rule, change wouldn’t come easily. Then again, dismissing everything as “difficult” wasn’t an excuse to do nothing. Perhaps Paige was better suited to be president-she dared to dream and take action.

“Hahaha-” Denver could no longer contain his laughter. He slapped the table, laughing without restraint, tears nearly escaping his eyes. “Did you all hear that? Such a grand speech, so noble, standing up for the people!”

“Paige, do you even know what you’re saying?”

Rachel felt that Paige had surely lost her mind today, to think she could overturn the oligarchic structure of Country A at a finance summit.

The room filled with more laughter. Some people had been holding back at first, but with Denver and Rachel’s remarks, they couldn’t help it anymore. The laughter grew louder, spreading through every corner.

Paige stood there, leaning against the table, watching the mocking faces before her. Suddenly, she felt like a clown on stage, earnestly sharing her beliefs while the audience did nothing but laugh at her.

Enrico’s expression darkened. He stood up slowly, crushed the matchbox in his hand, and growled menacingly, “Is it really that funny?”

“…”

Denver’s laughter abruptly ceased.

The hall fell into silence, everyone stunned by Enrico’s sudden fury.

Denver finally spoke, “Mr. Gustin, I know you’re fond of this woman. Maybe you should quit attending the finance summit. Your woman is so anti-oligarchy, why don’t you go home, sell off your fortune, and redistribute it to the people of Country A? Wouldn’t that make you a saint?”

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Enrico had always been known for his ruthless pursuit of profit, and now he was backing this absurd notion of “equal opportunity for all”? It was laughable.

Hearing this, Enrico shot a cold, cutting glance in Denver’s direction. He stepped forward, standing beside Paige, also leaning against the table. A chilling smile curved his lips. “Don’t worry. If we’re going to redistribute wealth, I’ll make sure everyone’s fortune gets shared. You know me-I never play by the rules.”

“Enrico!” Denver was enraged.

Paige gently touched Enrico’s arm and then stood up straight, her composure unwavering as she faced the crowd’s mocking gazes. “I know that Country A’s current structure has long been established. Every industry is backed by a conglomerate. In such a situation, no one here will want change. After all, as the saying goes, ‘people act in their own interests.'”

“…”

Everyone thought, *At least she knows that.*

Paige turned to face the group of people who had been standing behind her, her eyes cold as ice. “But if you insist on maintaining the status quo, be prepared for more people like me to rise up, making sure your peaceful lives are no longer so peaceful.”

Her gaze was as sharp as a blade.

Every word she spoke carried an undeniable threat.

Jason looked at her in disbelief. “Are you threatening us?”

“I prefer to call it giving fair warning,” Paige responded frankly. “Of course, I hope we can abolish the slum laws together and work toward peaceful coexistence, making Country A a better place.”

“…”

“But if not, starting today, I will fully oppose all of you. As president of the Temple in Heaven Corporation, I will push forward the path of equal opportunity for all in Country A. But if that happens, I’m afraid life won’t be so pleasant for you.”

“…”

Everyone was shocked. This woman was openly threatening all of them at the country’s highest-level finance summit.

What did she mean by advancing equality for all? It was clear-if they didn’t abolish the slum laws, she would revolt and go head-to-head with every conglomerate.

Where did she get the confidence?

Just from the Temple in Heaven Corporation?

Denver couldn’t stand to listen any longer. “Stand in opposition? You’re a low-class criminal from Wind Island! You escaped death only to return here and commit a capital crime! If Rafael won’t deal with you, then I, Denver, will!”

As his voice fell, several large doors to the hall swung open, and a group of armed guards rushed in, brandishing guns.

The security guards were stunned and moved to intervene.

“Who dares stop me? Are you planning to become accomplices to this death row inmate causing a scene at the finance summit?” Denver shouted angrily.

“…”

The security guards looked conflicted, glancing toward the event organizers, who in turn looked to Rafael.

Rafael sat there, feeling utterly defeated. He thought he should have brought a matchbox to the finance summit as well-at least he’d have something to fidget with at this critical moment.

Paige stood calmly, watching the armed guards approach without flinching.

“Arrest this death row inmate and execute her publicly! Let everyone know that our Country A still upholds the law!” Denver ordered loudly.

“I dare anyone to touch her!” Enrico’s deep voice rang out, his gray eyes dark with lethal intent.

At his words, another group of imposing bodyguards streamed through the golden doors, forming a line.

The two groups of guards stood off, guns drawn.

The atmosphere became tense immediately. The normally powerful elites cowered, huddling together at the edges of the room, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire.

Paige stood there, casually unwrapping a candy and popping it into her mouth.

“Enrico, are you really going to stand against everyone here for her?” Rachel asked, looking at the two of them. The sight was beyond painful.

She had thought that, just like three years ago, exposing Paige would force Enrico to deny everything publicly, unable to protect her openly. But before she could even provoke him, he had already declared his stance.

It felt less like she had set a trap for them, and more like they had come here deliberately to announce to everyone that Enrico was standing by this slum girl, Paige.

Enrico ignored her.

Paige glanced at Rachel, her eyes filled with a touch of pity. The sight made Rachel’s hands clench, her freshly manicured nails digging into her palms, drawing blood.