The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige tried to pull her hand back.

“Don’t move.” Enrico’s long fingers tightly gripped hers, not allowing her to withdraw her hand.

Paige looked at her hand trapped in his palm, feeling a bit helpless, and too lazy to argue with him, just letting him do as he pleased.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Suddenly, she thought of something and felt she had to tell him, “I met your sister at school today.”

“What sister?” Enrico looked down at their intertwined hands. It took him a few seconds to realize what she was talking about. “You mean the one from the Gustins? She is not my sister.”

“Yeah,” Paige nodded, thinking about what had happened today. “How’s your relationship with her?”

“Besides my sister, I have no siblings in this world.”

Paige looked ahead at the road. “That’s good to hear. I feel like she’s not simple.”

This morning, if it hadn’t been for Rachel conspicuously showing affection towards her in front of those girls, even going so far as to endorse her and invite her into the Elite Club, those girls wouldn’t have targeted her all day. Though there’s no evidence proving Rachel did it intentionally, Paige had to harbor these suspicions. If her suspicions were true, Rachel was not simple at all-she appeared generous, gentle, and kind, but was skilled in subtle manipulation.

Upon hearing this, Enrico sharply turned the steering wheel, stopping the car at the roadside. “She targeted you?”

Paige looked at his suddenly darkened expression and smiled. “It was just a little trick, and besides, I only suspect; it might not be her.”

“Are you hurt?” Enrico held her hand, lowering his head to inspect her up and down, reaching to undo her clothes to check for injuries.

Paige quickly grabbed his hand, speechless. “Seriously, in the middle of the street? If she succeeds, that’s on me.”

Enrico’s expression softened slightly as he released his grip on her clothes.

“She said she wanted to be friends with me, but I don’t understand her true intentions. Could she be trying to get close to let me kill you?”

At this, Enrico scoffed coldly. “They think they can kill me?”

Then, as if remembering something, he added, “Each one of them trying to get close to you, I bet they’re offering better deals each time. Are you tempted?”

Paige looked at him calmly. “If I were tempted, how would you deal with me?”

With one hand on the steering wheel and facing her, Enrico gazed deeply into her eyes. After a long pause, he said each word deliberately, “Not deal with you.”

This answer stunned Paige. She stared at him, unable to believe it. How could this be? He thought she was leaving, so he would break her leg. Now that she wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t retaliate?

“Are you surprised?” Enrico pinched her fair face. “That night, did I drink that glass of water for nothing? You’re asking such a silly question.”

It dawned on Paige then, recalling that night when Enrico told her the story. She had thought all his odd behaviors were testing whether she would take action. But, the fact is even if she had poisoned the drink, he still drank it in front of her without hesitation.

Paige finally understood. She looked at him in disbelief. “Why?”

“I spoil you.”

Paige was stunned.

With that said, Enrico ruffled her hair, then turned back, restarted the car, and drove forward. “If anyone else comes looking for you, tell me. I’ll take care of them.”

Paige leaned back into the comfortable leather seat. Her mind was full of that glass of water from that night and his smile just now. She placed her hand on her chest, feeling her heart racing. What was wrong with her? Maybe it was because Enrico was too extreme, crazy enough to make her believe she truly mattered to him. Clearly, his genetic makeup was different from ordinary people’s-how could a normal person knowingly drink poison?

She turned her head to look outside, trying hard to suppress the tumultuous thoughts. She had important things to do; she couldn’t afford to dwell on such matters.

…

On the day the law school exam results were released, Jaden got up early and waited outside Capital University. He held an antique item in his hands and handed it to the bodyguard beside him, his expression grave as he said, “The school doesn’t know about boss’s relationship with the young miss. Boss hasn’t indicated any intention to public it, so I can’t intervene either.”

The bodyguard nodded.

“You take this antique and deliver it inside. Before they reveal the grades, change the young miss’s evaluation this time to an A. A grade is good, not too conspicuous, and it will prevent those jealous and bored students from targeting her.” Jaden instructed.

“Okay.” the bodyguard nodded , taking the antique and carefully making his way into the school.

Sitting in the car, Jaden watched the bodyguard’s figure and couldn’t help but feel emotional. That antique was worth a fortune… by the time the young miss graduated, how many treasures would the boss give away?

Jaden waited in the car, growing increasingly impatient until the bodyguard’s call finally came through.

“How did it go? Did you change it?”

“Well… has someone already arranged to change the grades?” The bodyguard stuttered on the other end, disbelief evident in his tone.

“How could that be? What’s going on?”

“Then should I ask the school to change the S+ to an A? It’s strange, why we lower her grade?”

“Just change it like I told you, less talk… Wait, what did you say?” Jaden exclaimed in shock. “The young miss got what grade?”

“S+,” the bodyguard replied.

“The young miss got an S+?” Jaden asked incredulously.

“Yeah, I checked. There’s only one S+ this time, and it’s the young miss,” the bodyguard confirmed over the phone. “So should I change it?”

“… Wait! Wait! Don’t change it! You can’t change it!” Jaden hurriedly shouted. S+? The only one? Paige? The girl who spent three years in the slums? Did she cheat? What kind of person did the boss bring back from the slums?

…

Paige entered the law school classroom on time. Just as she stepped in, a male student rushed in from outside, loudly proclaiming, “I found out! There’s an S+ in this exam!”

As soon as those words were heard, the entire classroom erupted. They knew how frequent exams were at their law school, but the likelihood of an S+ was extremely low, only Rachel made it in once before, back in her freshman year.

Some say it’s Rachel, others think it’s the genius whose father is the chief prosecutor, and some wonder if there’s a mistake.

“It must be Rachel. She’s the only one at the law school who’s ever gotten an S+,” a girl’s voice chimed in confidently.

Rachel sat in the front row surrounded by a group of girls.

“Rachel, is it you? It must be you!”