The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Jeremy was completely ignored, not receiving even a glance from his son.

Jeremy’s face turned dark as he was dismissed.

As soon as Rafael saw Enrico, the tension in his demeanor eased. He shrugged and said with a smile, “What can you do? With the upcoming election, all kinds of people are showing up.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

His words were polite, but there was an underlying implication.

He didn’t seem to care anymore.

Seeing this, Denver stepped forward, his voice loud and clear. “Mr. Gustin, isn’t what you’re doing against the rules? You’ve dragged a perfectly fine young lady away. Are you trying to silence her?”

Enrico raised his hand and adjusted his ear, the deer-head tattoo on his palm looking quite ostentatious. He casually replied, “It’s strange to hear any kind of insect buzzing around.”

Denver’s face turned green with anger.

Rafael was almost applauding Enrico. Denver, taking advantage of his bluntness, wasn’t even sparing the president, and only someone like Enrico could handle him.

“Mr. Gustin, this way, please.”

Rafael restrained his laughter and stepped aside to let Enrico pass.

Denver, unable to swallow his frustration, disregarded the numerous cameras and stormed up to Enrico. “Enrico, what’s the meaning of this? Who are you insulting?”

“I’m insulting you. Do you have a problem with that?”

Enrico stood lazily, his expression full of disdain.

“Ha…” Denver was so enraged he laughed, “Enrico, you’re living in the past. It’s been three years, and The Capital’s landmarks have changed!”

The confrontation was explosive!

The CEOs of two major conglomerates were clashing head-on. This was a headline-grabbing moment!

Click, click, click!

The media thrived on news, and now they had a story that would captivate the nation.

Denver, towering like a wall, stood firm, making it seem as though the wind couldn’t penetrate him.

Enrico’s eyes grew cold, his lips slightly parted. “Step aside.”

“Enrico, you’re still young. Don’t be so unruly,” Denver glared at Enrico, adopting an elder’s reprimanding tone. “Apologize to me, or…”

“In my eyes, lack of manners isn’t new. What are you going to do about it?”

Enrico suddenly stepped forward, his gaze icy as he looked at Denver.

“Enrico, how can you speak to your Uncle Denver like that?”

A stern voice suddenly interrupted.

It was Jeremy. Adjusting his sleeve, Jeremy stepped forward with a fatherly authority, reprimanding Enrico.

Seeing this, Denver provocatively glanced at Enrico. Not only was Enrico disregarding his elder, but if he also insulted his own father, it would give the media plenty to write about.

The media in A country wasn’t something Enrico could entirely control.

Rafael frowned and looked at Enrico with concern.

Enrico stood there, slowly turning to face Jeremy. His eyes were deep and inscrutable, making both Jeremy and Rachel feel a pang of anxiety.

After a few seconds, Enrico suddenly smiled, as if just noticing Jeremy’s presence. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be recovering?”

“You’re talking nonsense. When was I ever…?”

Enrico didn’t listen to a word. He directly addressed Jaden. “Jaden.”

“Yes.”

Jaden signaled, and two highly skilled bodyguards stepped onto the red carpet, pushing Rachel aside and flanking Jeremy on either side.

Jeremy was stunned.

Everyone was shocked.

“Old man, didn’t the doctor say you need to rest? Let’s go. I’ll take you back to the estate.”

Jaden signaled to the bodyguards, who then escorted Jeremy away. He even paused to smile at the media and explained, “Sorry, since young master Emery passed away, our old man has been distraught and relies on medication to manage… Ah, please write about it with care.”

His gentle features and soft-spoken manner made him very persuasive. His slight smile made even two female reporters blush.

Rafael was at a loss.

He stared incredulously at Enrico, never imagining he would actually have the audacity to have his own father forcibly taken away in front of all the media.

“I’m not ill! Enrico, this is kidnapping!”

Jeremy, taken aback by Enrico’s move, tried to resist. Having practiced martial arts in his youth, he attempted to fight back, but encountered a hard object at his waist.

It was a gun.

The two bodyguards secretly pressed guns against him, using their suits as cover.

Jeremy froze and glared at Enrico. “What do you want? Are you staging a rebellion? I’m your father!”

The media went wild with their cameras.

Jaden stood there with a faint smile, pointing to his head and implying that Jeremy’s mind was not right.

“Father-”

Rachel was stunned. After three years, it seemed they had all forgotten Enrico’s unrestrained methods. She looked anxiously at Enrico. “Enrico, what are you doing? Father isn’t ill at all.”

Rafael, stepping in, said, “Miss Rachel, are you implying that your brother’s death hasn’t caused your father any distress?”

“That’s not what I said!”

Rachel’s face turned pale.

Enrico stood on the red carpet, his gaze cool as he watched Jeremy being escorted further away.

“Enrico, you and your father have been estranged for a long time. Are you using this pretext to imprison him again?” Denver, finally coming to his senses, shouted loudly, “President Rafael, are you just going to stand by and watch?”

Rafael remained calm, saying, “Ah, I’ve heard about Mr. Jeremy’s illness. Since he’s ill, he should focus on his recovery.”

Why should he get involved?

Was he supposed to go up against Enrico? He’d be crazy to do that.

Denver was livid, nearly losing his composure. He pointed at Enrico, “Enrico, my father and I are friends. I will not let you take him away today! Whether he’s ill or not, we’ll get a doctor to verify, even on the spot!”

As he spoke, one of his sons immediately issued orders. A large group of people surged out from the crowd, breaking through the security line and surrounding Jeremy, all armed with guns.

“Ah-”

The crowd erupted in terrified screams.

Enrico glanced over, his expression unchanged. He said slowly, “President Rafael.”

“…”

Rafael was momentarily frozen by the call.

Couldn’t Enrico just call him by his name?

He stepped forward with a polite smile, “Mr. Gustin?”

“Isn’t it time for A country to ban guns?”

Enrico’s voice was deep and carried an underlying chill, making it hard to discern his emotions. “After the River Town terror incident, do we need another bloody incident at the finance summit?”

“We’re still working on it,” Rafael responded with a forced smile.

Really impressive! Enrico had more firearms than Denver.

Enrico listened and then turned to meet Denver’s gaze, his lips curling slightly. “I’ve sent people to take my father for treatment. If Mr. Reeves insists on stopping me, I can’t help it. But if any innocent people are hurt, I will go up against Mr. Reeves to the end. After all, these are unarmed civilians, and I can’t do much against someone like you with power and influence.”