The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Snap out of her memories, Paige reached the back, where a large deciduous tree stood. Taking a deep breath, she swiftly climbed the tree, jumped onto the wall, and lightly leaped over it, entering the backyard.

Relying on her memory, she entered the villa from the backyard. Inside, she noticed the place had been redecorated, even more magnificent and grandiose.

It seemed Malik had been doing better these past three years. Malik was a senator, but a senator who would only listen to the conglomerate, and she wondered which unscrupulous conglomerate he had hooked up with in the last few years to make him richer and richer.

The villa was eerily quiet, with only the voices of servants coming from the kitchen. Paige silently made her way to a room near the nanny’s quarters and quietly pushed the door open.

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As soon as she entered, she was met eye to eye with a large dog. She surveyed the surroundings; her former room had been turned into a dog kennel.

The fierce dog, squinting its eyes, immediately showed its hostility, stood up, ready to bark.

Quickly crouching down, Paige picked up a dog toy from the side, made a gesture, and accompanied it with a fierce expression.

The ferocious dog looked at her and suddenly obediently lowered its eyes, wagging its tail at her.

Seeing this, Paige smirked triumphantly.

On Wind Island, many people lacked self-care skills, but there were also many talented individuals, most of whom had special abilities, they had been abandoned there by others. Over the past three years, she had learned many skills from others, including tree climbing, combat, and taming wild beasts.

Paige picked up some dog food from the side and sprinkled it into the dog bowl, rubbing its head. The big dog obediently lowered its head and began to eat.

Paige moved aside the dog tent, squatted down, and touched the wall with her fingers, counting several slots from bottom to top before lightly pressing inside.

A brick suddenly popped out.

She set the brick aside and took out a wooden box from the hidden compartment, dusting off the top and opening it.

Inside were some items she had saved before, including money she had earned from helping classmates with handicrafts and homework, as well as a button left in her swaddling clothes when she was abandoned.

From a very young age, Paige knew she wasn’t the biological daughter of the Clarkes, and she was grateful for their adoption. So she always gave in to Molly’s demands, like a maid to her every whim.

Molly disliked her having money and forced her to hand over whatever she earned every time.

So Paige didn’t save much secretly. But it was more than enough for a cab fare.

Paige put the brick back, surveying the dog kennel, a sly glint appeared in her eyes. She had finally made this trip and had to leave a “gift” for her ‘family.’

…

Night fell.

The iron gates of the villa slowly opened. Two luxury cars drove in, servants approached to open the doors,

Malik and Kathy, his wife, stepped out of the car.

“Dad, Mom…” The other car door opened, and a young girl emerged, dressed in her school uniform-a blue sweater paired with a skirt, showcasing her slender legs. She dashed into Kathy’s arms. It was their beloved daughter, Molly.

“Why are you back so late? Doesn’t school end early?” Kathy asked with a smile, holding Molly’s hand as they walked inside.

Entering the foyer, Malik handed his suit jacket to a servant and sat down on a leather sofa, leaning back. He looked at Molly. “I heard you went to The Gustin Group today?”

“Yeah, but unfortunately, I didn’t see Enrico. However, the person who received me is my fan. She said she’ll do her best to arrange a meeting for me with Enrico,” Molly replied. Confidence filled her delicate face.