The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

She lifted her gaze, and in an instant, she spotted Enrico in the center of the room. Many stood up in shock, but Enrico remained seated, as arrogant as ever, his eyes fixed intently on her. Even from a distance, Paige could feel the possessiveness in his stare.

Paige glanced at the pile of matchsticks on his table and couldn’t help but smile-he must have been bored.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Rafael was standing too, glancing between Enrico and Paige with a head full of questions. *Are they here to show off their relationship?*

“Paige! How dare you come here?” Rachel’s voice broke with disbelief.

“Everyone can see it now! This woman is really alive! What kind of conspiracy is happening here? President Rafael, shouldn’t you explain this?” Denver stood up and demanded.

Rafael remained silent.

“Guards! What are you doing? Arrest her!” someone shouted loudly.

Paige calmly descended the steps, walking towards Rachel, rolling a mint on her tongue. Instinctively, many people stepped back, as if she were a source of contamination.

“Miss Rachel, you were just speaking, weren’t you? Please, continue. I’m still listening.” Paige’s smile was icy cold as she looked at her.

Rachel stood there, stunned. “How dare you come here?”

That was something Rachel had never expected.

“And why shouldn’t I?” Paige smiled, taking a few more steps forward. She stopped in front of the second row of the center circle, reached out, and took a nameplate handed to her by Nick. She placed it on the vacant seat in the middle.

The nameplate didn’t bear her name, only the name of a company: *Temple in Heaven*, written in sharp strokes.

Rachel stared in disbelief. *The second-row seat is hers?* How is that even possible?

Paige stood by her seat and nodded slightly toward the crowd. “Paige, CEO of Temple in Heaven.”

The room fell into a stunned silence. Many people ordered their assistants to quickly investigate, and Denver sent someone to check as well.

Soon, the information came back.

*Temple in Heaven* was a conglomerate that seemingly emerged overnight, formed by the rapid consolidation of dozens of companies. These included an incredibly popular app, a renowned art collection gallery, and a top-tier logistics service-all under the umbrella of *Temple in Heaven*.

Everyone stared at the information on their phones, holding their breath as they saw how many companies fell under the *Temple in Heaven* banner. Each of these companies was a leader in its field, and now, combined, their influence was not to be underestimated.

Rafael, looking at the data, was also stunned. *Temple in Heaven…* it actually belonged to Paige?

When did she quietly build all this? Some of these companies dated back three years.

He finally understood why Enrico had been so calm. *Temple in Heaven* might not have the political clout of the major families yet, but each of its companies was immensely profitable. With this consolidation, Paige likely now had more wealth than some of the elite families.

The most terrifying part wasn’t just that-it was the intricate web of business partnerships *Temple in Heaven* had with many of the country’s elite families. She had quietly infiltrated every corner.

Paige was no longer the girl Rafael could once trap in Gangnam Hall three years ago.

Now, she could appear openly without needing to hide behind a new identity.

“Ridiculous!” Denver suddenly shouted. “A low-class slum dweller has no right to do business in this country! This is absurd!”

Enrico, still seated, stared straight at Paige.

Paige smiled without speaking.

Rachel, standing nearby, glanced at Paige’s wrist and noticed a faint scar, barely visible now, where the electronic shackle used to be.

“I see. No shackle. Are you going to claim you’re just someone who looks like the death row prisoner? Same name, same face? Do you think we’re all blind?” Rachel questioned.

Denver then loudly asked, “The shackle material from Wind Island is custom-made. Only the president’s office can unlock it! President Rafael, how will you explain this?”

Rafael, hearing this, instinctively looked at Enrico.

Sure enough, Enrico’s eyes were still only on Paige.

“Mr. Reeves, on what basis do you claim that the CEO of *Temple in Heaven* is the same person as the death row prisoner from three years ago?” Rafael said.

Though he didn’t fully understand what Enrico and Paige were planning, he agreed with Rachel’s suspicion: Paige was likely using this moment to clear her slum identity.

After all, without the shackle, she could simply deny her past.

“Same face, same name-the odds of them being different people are incredibly slim, wouldn’t you agree?” Mr. Grissom stood up and said.

“I have evidence,” Rachel interjected, stepping forward to hand over a USB drive to the event organizers.

Within moments, the screens surrounding the hall lit up with photos. The location was once again River Town, but this time, Paige wasn’t alone. Beside her stood a tall man-Enrico. The two were smiling, looking into each other’s eyes, with the picturesque River Town in the background, a romantic atmosphere radiating from the screen.

“These photos weren’t published online because I was concerned about their impact on Enrico,” Rachel confessed, fully admitting that today’s news was her doing. “But given the circumstances, I have no choice. Three years ago, many of you remember what happened. President Rafael claimed Paige died in the fire at Gangnam Hall. But in reality, Enrico rescued her. When the truth became too hard to hide, they staged her death in another fire.”

Rachel, sensing the precariousness of the situation, knew she had to ensure Paige couldn’t recover from this.

Many people turned their heads toward Enrico, their expressions darkening.

Enrico, sitting casually, gazed at the screen for a moment, then suddenly gestured for one of the staff members to approach. After whispering something, the staffer’s eyes widened in shock but respectfully nodded and left.

Someone grabbed the staff member, asking, “What did Mr. Gustin say?”

“He asked me to make a copy of these well-shot photos for him.”

Everyone who overheard was utterly dumbfounded.

“You all see it now,” Rachel continued, “Paige has been alive these past three years, protected by Enrico and President Rafael. She has run wild with their help!”

Rachel’s voice rang out, “The sudden disappearance of the Truette and Jarnigan families, the attacks on the Grissom and Smiths families-all of these have been Paige’s doing! She’s been seeking revenge on all the elite families!”