The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Rose Estate.

Paige sat by the window at the long table, dressed in a vintage green mid-length skirt with sleeveless arms, showcasing her fair and delicate arms.

Outside the window, climbing roses adorned the wall, swaying gently in the breeze and filling the room with their fragrant scent.

She raised her left hand, where the cold electronic bracelet was now gone, replaced by a translucent bracelet. The skilled craftsman Jaden found was indeed impressive, adeptly wrapping the electronic device in a special material to make it look like a valuable crystal bracelet, complementing her fair and tender skin. This would make it much easier for her to move around without fear of being recognized as someone from the slums. Enrico inadvertently helped her out a great deal.

At nightfall, Olivia and Susan went to bed early after a long day’s work.

Paige rummaged through the vast wardrobe, finally settling on a creamy white wide coat to shield herself from the wind. She paired it with sunglasses and called a taxi straight to Diamond Mall.

Today was the day she was going to meet Nick to obtain fake ID.

At 9 PM, Diamond Mall was bustling with activity.

Elegant music drifted through the cafe on the eighth floor, and a young man with a handsome face sat near the floor-to-ceiling glass, placing a caramel candy into a coffee cup before pushing it toward the girl, Molly, sitting across from him.

He was Bryan Smith, the young master of the Smiths. At home, he wasn’t considered particularly important.

“I heard you contacted Mike and them?”

Molly hesitated for a moment before saying, “How is it possible? They came to me on their own, saying they wanted to do charity.”

In reality, she had gone to them and used her charms to get some benefits out of them.

“Is that so?” Bryan believed her without a doubt, feeling relieved. “In the future, don’t interact with those people too much. They’re all playboys, not good people.”

“Got it.” Molly smiled at him sincerely.

Bryan reached out to touch her face. “Once you graduate from college, we’ll get married.”

“Mm-hmm.” Molly leaned against his shoulder, picked up a cup of coffee, and gently stirred the caramel inside, but her gaze drifted outside the floor-to-ceiling glass.

The escalator outside slowly ascended.

A tall, young woman appeared in her line of sight. Clad in a vintage green skirt with a creamy white blouse, she exuded a lazy charm, albeit not from a top brand this season.

“That’s a woman who knows how to dress. I should try dressing like that next time. Can’t keep selling purity in student clothes.”

Thinking so, the girl had already reached the top and glanced around, seemingly looking for something. Then she reached up and took off her sunglasses…NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Paige?

Molly’s eyes widened suddenly, as if struck by lightning.

“Bang!”

The coffee slipped from her hand, soaking her limited edition dress and Bryan’s white pants completely in coffee stains.

Bryan quickly stood up, frowning at his drenched pants, somewhat displeased. “What’s wrong with you?”

Molly continued staring outside.

Bryan followed her gaze outside, but Molly hastily grabbed his arm, apologetic. “I’m sorry, Bryan. So much has been happening these past few days, I just… I’m sorry, really sorry.”

Molly didn’t want Bryan to see Paige. Even though she had decided to discard this backup plan, she couldn’t let Bryan and this bitch cross paths again. She didn’t want Paige to snatch away any man even she didn’t want.

“Never mind, let’s go to the restroom and sort this out. I’ll have someone bring us some clothes,” Bryan said helplessly.

“Okay.” Molly agreed readily, letting Bryan lead her to the restroom. When she saw Bryan go into the men’s restroom, she turned and walked away, not caring about the large coffee stains on her dress.

In the cafe, a group of bewildered waiters stared at her, but Molly ran out wildly, all the way to the escalator.

Molly anxiously looked around, clutching her bag tightly, and hurriedly asked anyone she saw on the massive 8th floor of the mall if they had seen a woman in a green skirt.

“Where is she? Could I have been wrong?” Molly began to doubt herself. After all, how could Paige survive in such a place as the slums?

“Hey, isn’t that Molly? Why is she so dirty?” someone nearby recognized her.

Molly glanced at the coffee stains on her dress, feeling embarrassed and awkward, she hurriedly covered her face and rushed back to the cafe.

Suddenly, her shoulder was tapped.

She turned around and saw a pair of big eyes staring straight at her.

“Ah-!” Molly screamed in fright, falling down on her backside.

The girl in front of her had an innocent face, clean and beautiful features-it could only be Paige.

Molly screamed, her face pale with shock.

Someone next to her pulled out a phone and started recording. Molly couldn’t care less about her image now; she was just scared, staring at Paige.