The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

The woman lay on the ground, trembling in terror as she looked up at Enrico. “It was Mr. Wilkie, Mr. Wilkie, he… Aah!”

Another scream echoed through the room.

Enrico calmly reached out, covering one of Paige’s ears, and fired another shot into the woman’s leg.

Each shot was aimed at the most excruciatingly painful spots.

Both of her legs were completely crippled, and the woman looked at Enrico as if he were the Grim Reaper himself, overwhelmed by terror and dread.

Enrico cast a casual glance at the barrel of his gun, then shifted his gaze to the woman. The mere sight of his eyes caused her to scream in desperation, “It was Mr. Reeves! Denver sent me! I’m not lying!”

Enrico listened, then released his hold on Paige’s ear, though he still kept an arm around her. He turned slightly to look at her, his eyes dark and thoughtful. “She’s telling the truth.”

Paige, already sensing the truth, gave a cold smile. “It seems Mr. Reeves doesn’t know us very well if he thinks sending just one person could deal with us.”

Enrico raised the gun in his hand, motioning behind him. “Take this woman and deliver her to Denver.”

“Understood.” Jaden nodded, and two bodyguards swiftly moved in to carry the assassin away.

Two pools of blood remained on the floor.

Nick approached with a mop and bucket, water prepared and ready. Without a word, he began mopping up the blood, cleaning the floor thoroughly.

Carrie moved in as well, efficiently clearing away the tea set from the coffee table, wiping everything clean with a fresh cloth.

In moments, the lounge looked as though nothing had happened.

“…”

Rafael glanced at the pair sitting in front of him, utterly speechless.

He now realized that not just Enrico and Paige, but even their subordinates were prepared for everything.

He understood it now-Paige intended to use tonight’s finance summit as a stage, letting everyone know that her words were not mere talk.

Straightening his suit, Rafael spoke seriously, “Sending the woman back will only enrage them. Tonight, they won’t let the two of you leave this building alive.”Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

With all their cards on the table, what was left to hold back?

Everyone was here, in this building-of course, there would be a bloodbath.

“If I don’t get the result I want tonight, I won’t leave either.”

Paige’s voice was cold and clear.

Enrico, with one arm around Paige, took a newly poured glass of wine in his other hand, swirling it. His long, narrow eyes glinted with a dark light as he said with chilling indifference, “Whether or not A Nation falls into chaos will depend on who laughs last in this building tonight.”

“…”

Rafael removed his glasses, pressing his fingers hard against his temples.

He could only hope that luck would be on their side.

…

Just as Rafael predicted, Denver’s side was crowded with powerful figures. Several computers were set up on the table, each linked to video feeds with representatives from various retired families.

The group gathered to discuss Paige’s plans to rebuild the slums, with Enrico supporting her. This was a move that had united everyone present.

At this moment, nobody cared about their usual divisions or separate agendas. For once, they had a rare moment of consensus: the lower-class slum dwellers must not be freed.

“If only we had listened to Ms. Rachel back then and killed Enrico. That would’ve been perfect,” one family representative said through the video feed.

Rachel stood by the window, holding a glass of champagne and gazing into the deep night. She felt uneasy.

Though the night had just begun, it already felt unbearably long.

“What’s the point of saying that now? Three years ago, Enrico was the most powerful man in A Nation. If I had taken action and you didn’t back me up, I’d be dead by now, my head used as a soccer ball by Enrico,” someone scoffed from the room.

Rachel turned to face the people gathered in the lounge, her voice soft and calm. “Now isn’t the time to talk about that. Paige clearly intends to stand up for the slums. Whether tonight’s finance summit goes smoothly or not, starting tomorrow, she’ll likely expose all of your dirty secrets to the media. With her current status and Enrico’s influence, there’s nothing you can do to stop her.”

“That Rafael is a fool. If he had teamed up with us and taken down Enrico, replacing the Gustin family with Jeremy, things would look a lot better right now,” Denver said with a grim face.

As he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Someone opened it, and Jaden’s smiling face appeared in the doorway.

“Bang.”

The woman with bullet-riddled legs was thrown onto the floor.

Jaden nodded politely to Denver, the leader of the group, and smiled. “Mr. Reeves, Mr. Gustin asked me to pass on a message: If you want his head, you’ll need to try harder than that.”

With that, Jaden didn’t even look at the others and turned to leave.

Denver’s face darkened. He glared at the female assassin on the ground. She was supposed to test the waters, strike if possible, but if not, retreat without causing a stir.

Yet now, she had been caught and sent back.

Denver had explicitly told her to deny any involvement if captured…

Furious, Denver stood up, pulled out his gun, and shot the assassin between the eyes.

The gunshot echoed as the assassin collapsed, her blood spilling across the floor.

The scene was gruesome.

Rachel turned her head away.

Someone, shocked, spoke up, “Mr. Reeves, did you really send an assassin after Enrico? That’s reckless… He can still be negotiated with. If it’s all about impressing a woman, he can have as many as he wants. I could find a few that look just like her.”

Without Enrico, that Paige woman would be easy to handle.

Denver’s face grew even darker. “Negotiate with Enrico? Have you ever known him to negotiate?”

“…”

“Yes, I sent that assassin to kill both Enrico and that female prisoner. And what happened? She was sent back, proving that Enrico is as prepared as ever, his defenses top-notch.”

“…”

The room fell silent as they all stared at the body on the floor.

“That was inside this building. Once they leave, I guarantee we’ll have no chance to strike again. Meanwhile, they won’t stop. They’ll tear down our reputation until there’s nowhere left for us to hide!”

Rachel stood there, her voice calm. “So, Mr. Reeves, are you saying you want to kill Enrico and Paige tonight?”

In her original plan, once Paige’s identity was exposed, she would be arrested, and Enrico, in trying to protect her, would offend every major faction, plunging A Nation into chaos. Rachel would flee abroad amidst the turmoil… But now, everything seemed to be both the same and completely different.

“If we don’t kill them, are we waiting for Enrico to come for us?” Denver pointed to the assassin’s body. “Enrico came prepared. He’s not playing games, and that female prisoner with him isn’t someone to be trifled with.”

“…”

Was Denver only suggesting this because the assassin he sent had been captured, making him realize he was now Enrico’s mortal enemy? Did he feel he had no choice but to go all in?

The group remained silent.

Seeing this, Denver chuckled. “What’s wrong, don’t you want to kill them?”

“This is a major finance summit. The eyes of the media and numerous countries are on us. If we kill Enrico tonight, how will we explain it?”

Someone raised concerns, “And besides, Enrico is like a venomous snake. If you don’t strike him down completely, he’ll come after you. And none of us are prepared for that tonight.”