The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“…”

Denver was completely stunned by Enrico’s shameless statement.

Don’t you have enough blood on your hands? After gaining power, you monopolized the market, making everyone dependent on you to make money. If they misstep, blood would be spilled on the spot. And now you’re playing the role of a saint fighting for the people?

You must have picked up the wrong script!

Denver was so shocked he couldn’t speak for a long time. Enrico raised an eyebrow, dropped a casual “Suit yourself,” and then turned to walk further down the red carpet.

Jaden waved his hand and continued escorting Jeremy’s bodyguards forward.

The armed men were confused, surrounding the two bodyguards and looking to Denver, waiting for his command.

Denver’s expression darkened immediately. His intention was to provoke Enrico into pulling out his gun, which would have evened out the situation. But Enrico didn’t take the bait at all.

If Denver forcibly tried to take people now, Enrico might just push two civilians forward, let them fall to the ground, and claim they were injured or killed by Denver’s men.

Having just returned to The Capital to develop his influence, Denver couldn’t afford to gain the reputation of a powerful figure meddling in other people’s family affairs and harming civilians.

Thinking this through, Denver swallowed his frustration and shook his head at his men.

The guards immediately withdrew.

Jeremy was shoved into the car without even setting foot in the finance summit.

Rachel could only send a message to her men, instructing them to intercept Jeremy on the road.

After sending the message, she looked at Enrico’s tall, imposing figure, feeling a heavy weight in her heart. She thought everything was foolproof, but before the finance summit had even begun, both Molly and Jeremy had been suppressed.

Today’s battlefield…

Suddenly, her shoulder sank.

Rachel looked up to see Denver staring heavily at her. “Don’t worry, Rachel. If what you told me earlier is true, I’m confident we can unite all the financial groups and families against them.”

“Thank you, Uncle.” Rachel forced a smile.

…

Enrico and Rafael walked side by side toward the towering finance summit building.

“That move of yours was impressive, but it’s not quite your usual style,” Rafael couldn’t help but comment.

In the past, Enrico would have used sheer power to suppress others. Whoever had the most power or was the most ruthless made the rules. But today, Enrico first provoked Denver’s anger, then played a softer hand, suddenly aligning himself with the common people, completely tarnishing Denver’s image.

It was too cunning.

“Impressive, huh?”

Hearing this, Enrico smirked, his eyes filled with undisguised pride. “It was my woman’s idea. She loves playing it this way.”

He didn’t like it.

But since Paige wanted it, of course, he’d go along. A man should spoil his own woman.

“Paige?” Rafael understood immediately. Now it made sense.

That girl Paige was from the slums, a convicted death row prisoner, yet she had this awe-inspiring sense of righteousness that made Rafael feel like he was the villain.

“Yeah.” Enrico stepped onto the stairs, the curve of his lips deepening.

“Oh, by the way, I had the butler look into it earlier. Denver had a good relationship with your father. It goes back to when your father was vying for power, and there was a fire. Your father saved him.”

Rafael reminded him, “During the recent chaos, the Reeves family also sent a representative suggesting that your father take over the financial group, and you be eliminated.”

“I know. My mother sensed that fire. Jeremy took advantage and gained a lot of favors.” Enrico scoffed.

If it weren’t for that, the Folsom family and Rachel wouldn’t have pushed Jeremy forward, joining forces.

“So that’s how it is. Be careful. Your sister also seems to have come prepared. The Reeves family, the Grissom family, and the Smiths family all seem to have realigned under her leadership.”

Rafael continued. If those financial groups formed a unified front, it would be terrifying.

“A bunch of rabble.” Enrico sneered.

“You can’t be so careless. You’ve lost your memory and don’t even know what those groups might be capable of if they unite. Back when you were the top leader of Country A, you didn’t completely disregard them either.”

Rafael, worried that Enrico was underestimating the situation, quickened his pace to catch up, walking alongside him.

As soon as Rafael finished speaking, he sensed something was off. He looked at the man beside him-Enrico, dressed in an impeccably tailored, expensive suit, walking with a casual air, exuding undeniable authority. His well-groomed short hair framed a handsome face with sharp, defined features, and his eyes, deep-set with a cold gleam, made him hard to read. His thin lips curved slightly, as if mocking.

Rafael reached out to stop him. “Enrico, have you regained your memory?”

Enrico, slightly annoyed by being stopped, glanced at Rafael coldly, then raised his hand and tapped his temple with a finger.

Then, without a word, he brushed Rafael’s hand aside and continued up the stairs.

It took Rafael a moment to realize that Enrico had just implied he was the one with brain problems. Furious, he quickly caught up. “You regained your memory and didn’t even tell me?”

It made sense. The scene earlier was so out of character. No matter how well Paige taught him, she couldn’t have imparted that kind of presence.

How had he not noticed sooner?

“Whose fault is it if you’re lacking in intelligence?” Enrico shot him a cold glance. “I don’t think you should run for re-election-you’d be troubling all of Country A.”

“…”

Rafael almost coughed up blood, chasing after him. “Did you also know about Paige being exposed as a fugitive from the start?”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“I suspected it.” Enrico replied.

At the entrance, several uniformed men quickly lowered their heads upon seeing them and prepared to lead the way.

Rafael, still anxious, waved them off and chased after Enrico. “Then why didn’t you tell me earlier? I was out there, almost losing my mind from all the questions.”

“Still your intelligence problem.” Enrico kept walking inside.

The hall was resplendent with gold and marble. Rows of fan-shaped tables radiated outward in circles, with the highest-ranking seats in the center.

Ignoring the people around them, Rafael hurriedly caught up to Enrico again. “If you knew all along, why didn’t you plan ahead to deal with Rachel first?”

“…”

Enrico shot him a cold look.

Rafael got it. He had previously received a message from Enrico and Paige, stating that the real problem was with the Folsom family-Rachel and Jeremy were nothing compared to them. The Folsom family would just find someone else to play the game if Rachel was taken down, so they had to face the situation head-on.

The people who had arrived early watched the two men walking side by side and exchanged glances.

Everyone knew that Rafael had been placed in power by Enrico, but their relationship usually seemed distant. Today, however, the two were inseparable, walking closely together.

Were they hinting that Enrico would support Rafael for re-election?

Enrico’s methods were well-known, but with Denver’s aggressive stance today, tonight’s finance summit was bound to be bloody.