The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“…”

Denver’s face turned green.

“Not making a move? Then let’s vote,” Enrico’s gaze swept across the room. “Didn’t you hear the president? Voting ends in five minutes. Are you all abstaining?”

“…”

Rafael glanced over, expressionless.

How touching, Enrico actually remembered he’s the president.

Paige chuckled at Enrico’s arrogant words, then lowered her head and wrote “Agree to abolish” on her paper, signed it, and handed it to the staff next to her.

The uniformed staff member stood there trembling, forcing a smile as he accepted the two pieces of paper, pretending not to notice the guns around them.

“Enrico, are you trying to force everyone to sign? Or are you planning to kill everyone here? Even if you do, you can’t silence the public,” Rachel stood up and said.

“That’s right. Are you really trying to throw A Country into chaos?” someone else chimed in.

Hearing this, Enrico looked at Paige.

Paige slowly stood from her seat, gazing at everyone with a slight smile, and said, “So, you still don’t understand? For all of you, peaceful coexistence is not optional, it’s mandatory.”

Although she said “all of you,” her gaze landed squarely on Rachel’s meticulously made-up face.

“…”

The room was so silent that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Rachel’s face froze.

Enrico glanced sideways at the woman beside him, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Rafael silently watched Paige. The diamond tassel earrings she wore were dazzling, and this air of invincibility-she definitely learned it from Enrico, right?

The six members of Peak Club stood at various positions, observing everyone’s movements, enjoying the colorful expressions on the faces of these wealthy elites.

Back in the day, they wouldn’t even dare to help others in front of these heirs to fortunes. Now, they were standing with Paige against them.

“Let me be even clearer.”

Paige’s voice was as cool as mountain stream water-cold, but not freezing. “Everyone, the existence of the slums isn’t just a depository for all your sins. Even if some guilt exists, the impact on some of you would be minimal. Instead of clashing to the death over this, why bother?”

“…”

Some shifted uneasily, reaching for their thermoses to drink water.

Paige glanced at Enrico beside her. “You all know what kind of person Mr. Gustin is. Don’t think that just because three years have passed, everything has changed. If he comes back, nothing has really changed. Those of you who have dealt with him should understand this clearly.”

Enrico’s smile deepened. His woman sure knew how to flatter him.

“So, I advise all of you: when the opportunity for success arises, don’t move too slowly. Otherwise, the path you tread might just lead to your twilight doom.” Paige concluded.

“…”

Enrico’s smile froze, and he frowned, questioning her, “It sounds like you’re saying I’m someone who seeks revenge for the smallest grievance and leaves no room for those who oppose me.”

“Am I?” Paige feigned confusion.

Enrico smirked. “If you say not, then not.”

He pretended not to hear it.

“Mr. Gustin is concerned about the slum dwellers. Such a kind person wouldn’t seek petty revenge, right?” Paige continued to smile, complimenting him.

“Keep flattering. I like it.”

He loved hearing it.

“…”

Paige gave him an exasperated glare before turning her gaze back to the room.

Denver and other top tycoons looked especially grim, while some company leaders glanced nervously between the guns behind them and the major players like Denver and Enrico.

The woman wasn’t wrong. Denver was a major figure, but they knew little about him. Enrico, however, was someone they had seen in action. If they didn’t pick a side soon, they might lose the chance to curry favor with him later.

Even if the lower-class slum dwellers were released, what did it matter? There was plenty of dirt for the biggest tycoons to bear the brunt of. They wouldn’t have enough prison cells to hold them all.

With that in mind, a few quickly picked up their pens.

Once one started, a second followed, each writing faster than the last, afraid of being left behind.

Those who finished quietly shifted their positions, edging closer to Enrico and Paige’s side, squeezing out those who hadn’t signed yet, leaving them awkwardly in the middle.

Paige sat back down, watching this scene in silence.

Three years ago, she hadn’t thought about using such heavy-handed methods to abolish the slum laws. But now, she had done it.

Sometimes, as long as the goal was achieved, the process didn’t need to be elegant.

One by one, people started moving toward Enrico and Paige.

Suddenly, Jason stood up and addressed Enrico, “Mr. Gustin, I need your word. If we bring the slum dwellers back, will all past grievances be forgotten?”

Denver and Rachel were stunned. He betrayed them already?

He was just signing the action plan moments ago!

Enrico lazily lifted his eyes, but before he could speak, Paige placed a hand on his and spoke to Jason, “On Wind Island, I call the shots.”

Enrico was always a proud man, but now, with Paige’s hand on his, he said nothing at all. It was clear how much Paige meant to him.

Jason shifted his gaze to Paige, “Are you serious?”

Jason was someone who knew how to gauge the situation. Rachel, for all her claims of being from a noble lineage, kept losing to Paige, showing she was not someone who could accomplish anything. Denver had ambition but had always remained on the sidelines and didn’t understand Enrico well enough.

As for Jason, he had offended Enrico because of his son Bryan. Later, Paige nearly destroyed his family. If he stood with them now, he might still win Enrico’s favor.

“I’m serious,” Paige said sternly.

Carrie approached Jason with a folder, opening it in front of him. “Mr. Smith, you can treat this as a contract. All the terms of mutual agreement are clearly outlined. Our president has already signed it.”

Jason glanced at it, surprised at Paige’s thoroughness. She had even prepared this in advance.

The document clearly outlined some of the illegal activities his conglomerate had engaged in over the years. If he walked out of here and dared to go back on his word, this contract would expose it all.

None of it was too serious-any company of their size would inevitably break a few laws-but Paige had him cornered. If he reneged, they’d all go down together.

How ruthless.

Ruthless toward others, and toward herself.

She had even included a clause guaranteeing that all past transgressions would be wiped clean. It showed she was sincere. Peaceful coexistence wasn’t just lip service.

A slap and a sweet offer, all perfectly encapsulated in this document.

Given that, there was no need to choose a path of mutual destruction.

With a heavy heart, Jason shot a glance at Denver. “Mr. Reeves, I’m sorry.”