The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige remained silent.

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Fortunately, even though she wielded force, she still knew what true justice was.

“Let’s go.” Enrico grabbed her hand and started walking, ignoring everyone present.

Seeing this, Nick and Jaden quickly led the way for them, but even so, a large crowd of media rushed over to ask questions.

“The president would like to say a few words,” the butler from the Presidential Palace quickly redirected the media’s attention.

From Enrico’s embrace, Paige glanced over and saw Rafael standing in front of the reporters, giving a brief explanation about the night’s events to the public.

“Tonight was an extremely difficult night, and I could never have expected such an incident to occur. As the president, I bear an unavoidable responsibility…”

Rafael stood there, his face grim. When he noticed Paige looking over, he subtly waved his hand, signaling them to leave quickly before the reporters could corner them.

Paige smiled and nodded toward Rafael, while Enrico held her as they made their way out.

“Why are you smiling at him?” Enrico shot her a disapproving look.

“President Rafael has changed a lot,” Paige said, looking up at him with a hint of sarcasm. “I guess it’s all for you. You two must be really close.”

Rafael used to focus only on maintaining the current prosperity and stability of Country A. Only for Enrico would he go this far, even supporting the abolition of the slum laws.

Hearing this, Enrico tightened his grip on her and said arrogantly, “Jealous?”

Feeling relaxed, Paige played along with him as they strolled through the night. “Yes, if Rafael and I both fell into a river, who would you save first?”

The classic question of choice.

“Paige, why would I care whether he lives or dies?”

Enrico didn’t even pause, leaning down to plant a fierce kiss on her lips.

“…”

Classic case of favoring romance over friendships.

Paige felt a bit sorry for Rafael. As she was thinking this, Enrico pulled her to the car.

“Come to my place.”

Enrico looked at her, his eyes dark with intensity.

Finally, everything had come to an end.

Now it was his turn to be the focus!

Paige glanced at the car-it was Enrico’s.

She hesitated. “There’s still a lot to take care of. I need to go back to my place tonight. Kevin’s waiting for the results.”

“Kevin?” Enrico raised an eyebrow. “Oh.”

He acknowledged, and then without warning, he forcefully shoved her into the car, closing the door before she could protest.

“…”

Paige reached out to open the door, but it was already locked.

She tapped on the window, but Enrico simply smiled at her, got into the driver’s seat, and sped away, leaving no room for negotiation.

The night outside was particularly dark.

…

The car stopped outside the Gustin Group’s headquarters.

Under the quiet night sky, the towering building loomed, its lights casting shadows down the long hallways, eerily silent.

As soon as the office door was pushed open, Paige was pinned against the wall, and a fierce, passionate kiss followed.

Enrico leaned in, one hand pressed against the wall, the other gripping her chin as he kissed her. His lips roved across her face, kissing her forehead, nose, lips-leaving no spot untouched.

The office was pitch-black.

Leaning against the wall, Paige endured his kisses, staring into his eyes through the darkness. His gaze was deep, as if filled with a hunger so intense it might consume her.

The next moment, she felt herself being lifted.

The sudden sensation of weightlessness made her instinctively wrap her arms around Enrico’s neck. Enrico carried her through the darkness, his breathing growing heavier.

Paige felt herself being placed on some surface, her legs dangling. Her high heels were pulled off and tossed aside, and Enrico soon buried his head into her neck, kissing and sucking at her skin, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

No matter how many times this happened, Paige could never quite handle his wild intensity.

Her toes curled as one hand gripped his shoulder, the other fumbling to find something nearby.

She accidentally switched on a light, illuminating a small area around them.

She was sitting on his desk, and the first thing she noticed was a slim black vase sitting there.

Paige smiled slightly at the sight, but then she winced as she felt a sharp pain on her neck.

“Ouch-”

Paige cried out softly in pain.

Enrico, still buried in her neck, had bitten down hard, leaving a deep red mark on her fair skin before pulling away. His stormy, grayish eyes glared at her with displeasure.

“Still getting distracted?” he growled.

Paige touched her neck, “No, I just thought… isn’t this a little rushed? It’s such a happy night; shouldn’t we have a glass of wine to celebrate?”

They had finally taken control of the situation at the finance summit. It was a moment worth celebrating.

“Rushed?” Enrico raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been waiting for three years, and you’re telling me it’s rushed?”

Ever since he woke up in River Town, every moment had been torture. But because of her injury, he’d been forced to hold back.

And now she dared to say this?

Hearing his words, Paige felt a little innocent as she sat on the desk. “It’s not exactly three years, right? You were ill for those years. It was an involuntary break. It doesn’t count as you waiting for me.”

At this, Enrico laughed in disbelief. “What do you mean? You don’t think I’d wait for you?”

Still daring to question him.

Paige looked at him, pretending to consider for a moment, and then she said seriously, “So, how about we try it?”

“Try what?”

Okay, she had a point. In his conscious state, he wouldn’t have been able to wait. Even if she were at the ends of the earth, he’d find her and bring her back-to be with him.

Enrico leaned in, kissing her deeply while looking into her eyes. “Have you forgotten what I told you?”

“…”

“I’m a man of desires,” he said slowly, word by word. He grabbed the back of her head, kissed her again, and then lifted her off the desk, carrying her toward a door on the side.

He kicked the door open, revealing a dark bedroom.

Paige couldn’t see anything, but she felt herself being thrown onto a soft bed.

In the darkness, her hearing became exceptionally sharp. Every sound-the thud of his shoes being kicked off, the click of unbuttoning-was magnified a hundred times over.

“Three years, and you’re finally back.”

In a daze, she heard him whisper those words in her ear.

…

In the end, Paige lost count of how many times it happened.

After the frenzy, Enrico carried her to take a shower and then brought her back to bed.

The light flickered on.

Enrico pulled her into his arms, kissing her one more time before letting her go.