The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige lifted her gaze to see a tall figure standing not far ahead by the white columns.

Bryan.

Paige hadn’t expected him to seek her out, furrowing her brow in slight confusion.

“I heard from students that you were heading this way, so I came to see if it was true,” Bryan stood before her, “Can we talk?”

“About what?” Paige replied indifferently.

“I…,” Bryan sighed and gave a bitter smile, “I have a lot I want to say to you, but for some reason, whenever I see you, I just don’t know where to begin.”

“Well then, don’t say anything more. Goodbye,” Paige said, lifting her suitcase to leave. Bryan hesitated for a moment, instinctively reaching out to grab her wrist.

“Paige, you really don’t want to see me?” he asked.

“Let go,” Paige replied, turning her head. Her gaze was drawn to a red Ferrari parked not far outside the glass windows. In the vast empty space, this sports car was positioned directly towards them.

“Paige, could you talk to me about what happened three years ago?”

Ignoring him, Paige looked again, and suddenly the car in the distance moved. The wheels spun rapidly, engulfing the car in a cloud of smoke. In the next moment, the car madly rushed towards them.

Paige was shocked and instinctively shook off Bryan’s hand, grabbing her suitcase and quickly stepping back.

“Bang!” a deafening crash.

The car smashed straight through, instantly shattering the entire wall of floor-to-ceiling glass into countless sharp shards that flew everywhere.

A tremendous gust of wind rushed in.

Paige hurriedly dodged aside.

Bryan, slower to react, was knocked over by the commotion. His arm was slashed by flying glass fragments, leaving a deep gash from which blood immediately flowed.

After crashing in, the car abruptly slammed on the brakes, arrogantly stopping amidst the sea of broken glass. Its tires continued to spin for a while before finally coming to a halt.

“Paige, are you okay?” Bryan got up from the ground, ignoring his own injuries, clutching his arm as he ran towards Paige.

“Don’t come any closer!” Paige coldly stopped him, because she had already recognized the man’s face in the car. Bryan approaching now would mean danger for her.

The conspicuous red sports car sat there, its convertible top slowly opening.

Enrico sat in the driver’s seat, one hand resting on the door, he looked at the two in front of him. His gaze finally settled on the suitcase in Paige’s hand, and he sneered, “Huh, planning to elope?”

His voice carried a smirk and a hint of menace.

Paige frowned, realizing Enrico had misunderstood.

“Enrico?” Bryan, clutching his arm, looked at Enrico in astonishment. What was he doing here?

Enrico sat in the car, still smiling. “Why stop now? Keep going.”

“I don’t,” Paige replied coldly, gripping her suitcase and stepping further away from Bryan.

“Oh, really? Well then…” With that, he suddenly stepped on the gas and aimed straight for Bryan.

Bryan’s eyes widened in shock as he hastily moved aside.

Enrico forcefully rammed forward, not swerving but plowing straight towards Bryan. He narrowly missed and scraped against the wall.

“Bang!” The impact nearly deformed the front of the car.

In his panic, Bryan barely dodged, falling once more, his hand landing on the shards, blood oozing out.

Ignoring Bryan, Enrico glanced sideways at Paige, who stood motionless.

“No pretending now, huh?” Enrico sneered. “Decided to elope, and now acting indifferent?”

“You’ve misunderstood,” Paige stated tersely.

Enrico sat in the car, his eyes fixated on her fair and composed face.

“Paige,” he whispered each word, almost like a lover’s whisper, “I’m jealous.”

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“What now?”

Paige pursed her lips, decisively placing her suitcase behind the sports car and calmly saying, “Let’s go home.”

She circled around to the passenger side, opening the door. Bryan, still covered in blood, stood perplexed.

“Paige?” he uttered in disbelief.

Paige stood there, looking at Bryan with a hint of exasperation. “Don’t bother me.”

Three years ago, she tried to escape, but because of one phone call from him, she didn’t make it. Now, trying to maintain a temporary peace with Enrico, he appeared and made Enrico assume she was running away again.

She fastened her seatbelt, glanced at the deformed front of the car, and asked, “Can this car still drive?”

Without a word, Enrico swiftly reversed, turned around, and drove off over the scattered glass.

Bryan remained rooted to the spot, utterly stunned.

…

Rose Estate.

Jaden stood in the courtyard with his bodyguards, all looking serious.

The red sports car suddenly drove in, Enrico pushed open the car door and strode out.

Paige calmed herself and pushed open the door, stepping down from the car.

Olivia, standing beside Jaden, immediately rushed over, looking worried. “Miss, what’s going on? Jaden said you were trying to escape and brought me back. Why would you run? Weren’t you going to school?”

Paige patted her hand gently, then followed inside.

In the living room, there was a newly crafted luxurious wheelchair, made from a type of wood that was exquisite and emitted a faint, tranquil wood scent.

On the coffee table in front of the wheelchair were rows of silver intricate tools, including knives and needles, even a hammer, resembling implements of torture.

“Sit.” Enrico turned to Paige, his face devoid of emotion.

“Sit where?” Paige looked at him.

“Right here, of course.”

Enrico grabbed her wrist forcefully and pushed her down onto the exquisite wheelchair.

Standing there, he pressed his fingers firmly on her shoulder, leaned in slowly towards her face, his lips brushing against her ear. “Paige, my favor towards you comes with conditions. Dare to elope with some wild man, and you’ll spend the rest of your life in this wheelchair.”

“I’ll break your legs,” he whispered in her ear with the most seductive tone, using the most brutal words.

Paige’s shoulder was nearly crushed by his grip, causing intense pain

“I didn’t elope,” she managed to say through the pain.

“Heh,” Enrico ignored her, reaching out to pull the wheelchair closer to him. He stared at her with a smile. “Don’t be afraid. It’s just a momentary thing. I’ll do it myself.”

With that, Enrico bent down, treating her like handling a valuable piece of art, elegantly rolling up her trouser legs, exposing her knees.

He placed his hand on her knee.

Paige felt the burning heat of his palm on her leg. She looked up at the man in front of her and saw the utmost cruelty and cold-bloodedness in his eyes. He was truly intent on disabling her legs today.

He caressed her knee for a while, then turned to the tools on the coffee table. From among them, he casually picked up a complexly designed silver tool, held it in his hand, and played with it.

“Do you know what this is called?” he asked casually. “Bone crusher.”

“As long as I clamp your knee into this, then twist it like a screw, your knee bone will slowly be crushed. After that, you’ll never stand up again.”