The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

The *finance summit* was indeed the barometer for the presidential election. Even before it began, the tension was palpable.

Rafael had no idea that others had already overanalyzed the situation. He followed Enrico all the way to the center-most seat.

Enrico raised an eyebrow at him. “What, are you going to sit with me too?”

“…”

It was only then that Rafael realized he had followed Enrico to his seat, feeling a bit awkward. Still, he leaned in and whispered, “Are you really confident about handling this situation?”

Enrico leaned back in his chair and looked up. “If not me, then you?”

“…”

Rafael was frustrated. “I’m only worried for you guys!”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Well… thanks?” Enrico replied with a wicked grin.

“…”

Alright. It seemed like Enrico had things under control.

Rafael turned to leave but then reconsidered and stepped back, lowering his voice as he said, “If you need my help later, just give me a sign. Don’t leave me in the dark again.”

Hearing this, Enrico’s smile faded a little, and he looked at Rafael intently. In a low voice, he said, “You know, you can still choose to switch sides.”

If he had wanted to switch, he would have done so already, right? He had chosen Enrico three years ago, and he couldn’t just turn his back now. He had known Enrico since childhood, after all.

It was rare for Enrico to say something like that, and Rafael felt a bit touched. He smiled and said, “Well, I’m still counting on you to support my re-election.”

“No money for you-saving it for my wedding,” Enrico replied without hesitation.

“…”

What was he even feeling touched about?!

Rafael’s face darkened, and he stormed off.

“Look, it seems like they didn’t have a pleasant conversation.”

“Maybe Rafael is demanding too much for the election, and Enrico isn’t agreeing.”

“I think Enrico is unhappy with Rafael’s performance and wants to replace him as president. Rafael must be furious.”

A group of onlookers whispered to each other from afar, speculating about the situation, unsure of what the future held for the country.

As time passed, people gradually filled the grand conference hall. Soon, it was packed with important figures, each sitting according to their rank, with their positions clearly visible.

Apart from the organizers and Rafael, those seated in the central ring were influential individuals capable of swaying the nation’s economy. Any word from them could set off a storm that night.

Denver, Enrico, and several other tycoons sat in this central circle. The Grissom family and the Smiths family were in the third row, while those like the Artisans, despite Rachel’s intricate networking, could only sit further back.

From Rachel’s angle, through several rows of people, she could see Enrico in the central circle. One of the event’s hosts, a highly respected figure known as Mr. Yates, stood up and began delivering the opening remarks. As always, his speech didn’t offer anything new-just the same talking points as before.

Rachel fixed her gaze on Enrico, who seemed bored. He was playing with a matchbox, twirling it skillfully between his long fingers.

In truth, Rachel’s only target had always been Paige. Dealing with Enrico was simply a means of self-preservation. She loved him deeply, yet she found herself standing on the opposite side.

Suddenly, Enrico glanced in her direction. Rachel’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively sat up straighter, offering what she thought was a perfect smile.

But soon, she realized Enrico wasn’t looking at her at all. Their eyes never even met.

Rachel looked ahead of her and noticed an empty seat in the second row of her section. No name tag had been placed there.

At such an important *finance summit*, who could be missing?

She quickly checked the list of invitees. Everyone had shown up. Who was this seat reserved for?

As she pondered this, Denver suddenly raised his hand and, with a booming voice, spoke into his microphone. “Alright, enough with the usual speeches. Let’s get straight to the real business.”

His voice echoed through every corner of the hall.

Mr. Yates, the host, smiled politely, saying, “I was just about to talk about tonight’s proposals…”

“Those can wait. I personally think there’s one issue we need to address first. Without it, many of us might not sleep well tonight,” Denver said, interrupting him with a fake smile. “Sorry, Mr. Yates, I’ve always been direct. But we’ve got some of the most important people here, and time’s too precious to waste. Don’t you agree?”

Having put it that way, how could Mr. Yates disagree?

“Mr. Reeves, what is this most important issue you want to discuss?” Mr. Yates asked, maintaining his composure.

Denver stood up, grabbing his mic. He scanned the room, his gaze finally landing provocatively on Enrico, who was still playing with the matchbox. “About an hour ago, there was a news report. Everyone saw it, right? Paige, the girl from the slums, back from the dead, appearing in River Town. Doesn’t that strike anyone as strange?”

There it was-the big issue.

As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the room grew tense. People exchanged glances and whispered to one another.

Enrico, however, didn’t even flinch. He seemed even more bored, casually resting his long legs on the table in front of him. His polished shoes gleamed under the lights, while his hands continued to play with the matchbox.

“Back then, we all sent representatives to the president’s office. We all stood on the same side.”

Denver made no effort to hide anything as he turned toward Rachel in the third row. “Rachel, wasn’t it your assistant who exposed the identity of that female convict? You’ve always been committed to maintaining the stability of our nation. Why don’t you tell us about it?”

Rafael sat upright, listening to this with a smirk. Stability of the nation, really?

“Yes.” Rachel stood up and nodded politely toward Denver. She took a small microphone from an attendant and clipped it to her gown before speaking. “I believe that at this point, there are some things that shouldn’t be hidden anymore. Everyone here plays a vital role in the future of our country, and it’s time to be open about these issues.”

Such a lofty statement.

Was it really worth going through all this trouble just to take down Paige?

Rafael glanced at Enrico, only to see that he had grown even more bored and had begun playing with the matches. The thin matches left deep impressions on his fingertips.

The next moment, he flicked a match onto the table, and a few more fell, forming what seemed to be a pattern.