The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

When Kevin walked in, he was greeted by a gloomy atmosphere.

“How about I give you more time to grieve? Do nothing, keep crying, stay sad. How does that sound?” Paige suddenly lifted her face, addressing everyone in a cold voice, her eyes icy and distant.

“…”

Kevin stood there, watching her, frowning slightly. He thought speaking this way might provoke a backlash from the group. But to his surprise, not a single person responded, and the room remained eerily silent.

He had forgotten-Paige always had the knack for winning people over.

“They’re dead now. I watched Rey rise from a river of blood. I saw Bobby get shot in the head. I witnessed Mila die right before my eyes. And I didn’t even get to see Angie one last time,” Paige said coldly, emotionless, as if recounting mundane events.

Nick stiffened and glanced at her, while Carrie looked at her in worry and panic. “Paige, please don’t talk like that.”

“Yeah, Paige, you’re scaring me,” Cynthia added anxiously, her hands clenched with unease.

“Scared?” Paige repeated the word indifferently. “They were probably terrified too, but I couldn’t save them. In the future, I might not be able to save any of you either.”

“…”

Everyone fell into a heavy silence.

“So, it’s too early to cry now. Because this road-I still have to walk it. And I need you to walk it with me,” Paige said coldly as she looked at them.

Nick looked at her, realizing that from the beginning, Paige had been the calmest of them all. She had pushed Emery off the bridge, handled the aftermath, and even attended the funeral. Everything was done perfectly. If it weren’t for that moment when she vomited blood, he would have believed Paige was invincible.

“Take off the white flowers,” Nick said quietly.

Hearing this, everyone silently removed the white flowers pinned to their chests and placed them on the table.

Seeing this, Kevin stepped forward. “Can’t you see? Your sister Paige is giving you all a chance. If anyone wants to leave *Temple in Heaven*, now is the time. There’s no shame in saving your own life.”

Yet no one moved.

Paige’s icy expression wavered slightly as she silently looked at Kevin.

Kevin shrugged, his pale face showing that he had deliberately exposed her.

“Mr. Kevin, you don’t need to say it. We know the person suffering the most is Paige,” David said. “We won’t leave.”

“How could we? That would mean Rey and the others died in vain. Leaving now would be a betrayal,” Derrick added.

The *Peak Club*, which once had nine members, was now down to six. They couldn’t afford to lose anyone else.

Paige’s voice softened, no longer as hard as before. “Cry if you need to, remember them if you must, but save it for after the mission. Right now, *Temple in Heaven* doesn’t need your tears.”

“Understood,” everyone responded in unison.

Kevin sat in the seat that once belonged to Angie and said, “I’ve just received news that *Artisans* received a major investment. They’re on the verge of joining the *finance summit*.”

“Can you trace the source of the funds?” Paige asked.

“We’ve tried. The funds came from several companies in country D, labeled as ‘partnership investments.’ We haven’t yet identified the family behind it.”

Though everyone knew it was likely the *Folsom family*, there wasn’t concrete evidence yet.

Paige nodded. “How’s the consolidation of *Temple in Heaven* going?”

Over the years, she had acquired numerous small companies, and they were now being quickly consolidated.

“It should be complete in three days,” Lamont said while fiddling with a pen. “But our movements are too obvious. We’ll be noticed soon.”

“I’ve already thought of that. Enrico will help us,” Paige said.

Enrico would be creating a massive distraction by aggressively reclaiming the Gustin Group’s lost assets. With all eyes on that, no one would notice the rise of another group.

“Him?” Kevin was momentarily stunned.

Paige nodded, then instructed everyone to continue focusing on the consolidation of *Temple in Heaven*. “These next few days will require overtime. We must finish everything within three days.”

“Yes,” the group replied.

“Paige, I’m not good at this. I want to focus on sniping and martial arts training,” a voice said.

Paige turned and saw Nick, with his black hair and black-framed glasses, looking at her with a pleading expression.

“Alright,” she agreed without hesitation.

“Thank you, Paige,” Nick said as he stood and began to leave.

“Nick…” Carrie called out after him, worried, and stood to follow. But Paige stopped her with a soft voice, “Angie died for him. He’s choosing to live as the person she loved. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“…” Carrie froze, lowering her gaze. “Paige, I’m afraid he won’t recover from this.”

Paige hadn’t been aware of the other members’ conditions while she was recovering from her injuries. But Carrie had been keeping an eye on Nick since Angie’s death. He hadn’t been the same since.

“When all of this is over, he will recover,” Paige said. “Angie’s dream was also to rebuild the slums. Once it’s done, Nick will find peace.”

Hearing this, Carrie nodded in understanding and sat back down. “Paige, give me some of the files.”

She wanted to help too. She needed to finish what Rey, Bobby, and Mila couldn’t.

“Alright,” Paige said, handing over the files.

…

Nightfall came, the moonlight cold and serene, the wind biting with an icy chill.

Inside, the group was still working. Paige stepped outside for a breather, leaning against the wall. She held a steaming cup of coffee in her slender fingers, gazing at the moonlight. It still felt a bit too quiet.

It’s fine, she thought. Once everything is over, they’ll all find peace.

“You don’t seem fully recovered yet,” a deep voice sounded beside her.

She turned to see Kevin standing there, looking particularly refined in a high-collared sweater. He gave her a disapproving glance.

“I need this to stay awake for the long night ahead,” Paige replied simply, prepared for an all-nighter.

“But your injuries…”

“It’s fine,” she said, unconcerned.

Stubborn.

Kevin sighed, shaking his head in resignation. He leaned against the wall beside her, mimicking her posture as he gazed at the moon. “In the end, you still decided to work with him.”

There was no need to explain who “him” was.

Paige didn’t think much of it. “He’s not an outsider.”

“…”

Kevin’s eyes flickered with a trace of bitterness. He laughed softly and asked, pretending not to care, “We’ve known each other for so long. You never thought about involving me as well?”

The *Lautners family* may not compare to the *Gustin family*, but they still controlled the southern border.

Paige looked at him. “Aren’t you already helping me?”

“I meant the entire *Lautners family*…”

“The *Lautners family* is too far from the capital. If they get involved and the border destabilizes, what then?” Paige cut him off, firmly rejecting the idea. She raised her cup in a mock toast, “I appreciate the offer, but Enrico and I can handle this.”