The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Enrico casually grabbed the handle by the window, calmly watching her struggle in the swaying car seat.

Paige felt her body being involuntarily sucked towards the wind vortex outside. Passing cars flashed by, one after another. If she were to be thrown out, even if she didn’t die, she would be severely injured. She reached out to grab the handrail, but Enrico pushed her away with one hand.

Fine. If she was going to die, they would die together. Paige’s eyes turned cold. In the moment she was about to be sucked out, she summoned all her strength to twist around and throw herself into Enrico’s arms, clutching his waist tightly with both hands.

Enrico was jolted by her sudden move, feeling her small head buried against his chest, her soft curves fitting perfectly against him.

Every time the car shook, she bumped into him. Enrico tensed as he felt her body against his, his gaze deepening. This woman always managed to seduce him at the most unexpected times.

The next moment, he lifted his hand to her nape, forcing her to look up. Without hesitation, amidst the swaying car and the strong wind, he lowered his head and forcefully covered her soft lips, his eyes revealing unabashed desire.

Paige was completely shocked, instinctively trying to struggle.

Sensing her intention to retreat, he bit down on her, causing her pain and making her furrowed.

With one hand gripping the handle above, and the other pressing her down, he managed to hold steady in the rocking car that was on the verge of flipping over.

After a long while, Paige’s face was chilled by the wind, her lips devoid of their lipstick color due to Enrico’s bite. Finally, he let her go.

He stared at her slightly swollen lips, then kicked the front seatback with his foot and ordered, “Slow down.”

The driver immediately slowed down. The car no longer rocked, but the wind continued to rush in.

Enrico stared directly at her face, slowly leaning towards her.

Paige lay back on the leather seat, slowly bending one leg, her knee aimed at a deadly position below him. Just as she was about to push him away, Enrico raised his hand and closed the swaying car door.

The car finally returned to calmness, with not a breath of wind leaking in.

After closing the door, Enrico lowered his head and stared at her with interest, his voice husky, “Enjoying yourself?”

Paige stared at him. After a few seconds, she managed to force a silly grin, acting foolishly to amuse him. He just wanted to see her smile, didn’t he? Well, there you go. Disgust him to death.

Clearly, Enrico wasn’t disgusted. Instead, he smiled slightly, pinching her chin, “Looks like you enjoy this too. Again?”

“Boss, we’ve arrived at the art museum,” Jaden’s voice came just in time, saving her.

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The Destiny Art Museum, the largest art museum in the country, showcases art pieces that astonish the world. The finals of the Obsidian Award were set to begin here. At this moment, countless luxury cars were parked in front of the grand museum.

Participants and invited guests would walk the red carpet and enter the museum. The scene was guarded not only by security but also by police to maintain order. Media reporters, already alerted, had set up their positions outside, ready to rush to any celebrity for interviews and to broadcast the latest news online.

Molly sat in the car and, upon seeing the reporters, deliberately had the driver park within their sight. She then stepped out, arm in arm with Malik. Today, she was here as a contestant and also tasked with getting close to Enrico. Naturally, she couldn’t choose Bryan as her date, so she brought her father instead.

Sure enough, as soon as she appeared, her intricate and high-end black one-shoulder gown immediately stunned the crowd, and reporters swarmed around her.

“Molly, you look gorgeous today! Are you here to watch the competition?” a reporter asked.

Molly gave a sweet smile without saying a word.

Malik stepped forward and addressed the cluster of microphones, “Molly painted a piece in her spare time and was lucky enough to make it to the finals, so I’m here to support her.”

“Molly can paint oil paintings too?”

The reporters were excited, knowing that only five paintings made it to the Obsidian Award finals.

“It was just a burst of inspiration, and I painted casually. I’m here to learn from the masters,” Molly said modestly.

“Wow,” a male reporter exclaimed. “Molly, is there anything you can’t do? Singing, dancing, and now oil painting-you’re so versatile!”

Molly was pleased with the situation and smiled even more sweetly.

Just then, a large group of uniformed security guards rushed out of the museum and headed toward the roadside, creating a human barricade to separate the crowd.

Immediately, a convoy of luxury cars began to arrive. The leading car stopped on the red carpet, its front bumper nearly touching the steps.

“Who is that? ” a reporter asked in surprise.

Someone else shouted, “It’s Enrico! Enrico is here!”

Molly’s heart raced. Upon hearing this news, the reporters abandoned Malik and Molly, rushing toward the convoy.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t get close to the car windows, as the security hired by the event organizers kept them at a distance.

Molly stood there, holding Malik’s arm, her eyes fixed on the car in front of the museum.

An event organizer hurried over, bowing and scraping as they opened the car door.

Enrico stepped out of the car, his chiseled face expressionless.

Molly watched from afar, feeling her heart stop, her hand unconsciously tightening around Malik’s arm.

Malik glanced at her and smiled, “After winning the Obsidian Award, you might not even need to approach him. He might come looking for you himself.”

“Mm,” Molly nodded vigorously. When she took the crown, standing out in front of everyone, Enrico would naturally see her.

Suddenly, Enrico turned and reached into the car.

A fair hand came out and lay in his palm.

Enrico directly led the person out of the car, a slender, tall figure that matched well with him.

Molly looked sideways to see who that figure was, and Enrico walked toward the museum with the person in his arms.

Behind them were several organizers who blocked them tightly, making it impossible to see clearly, only vaguely seeing the black dress, and even the reporters didn’t take a close-up.

“Who’s that? Does Enrico have a girlfriend now? Why have I never heard of it?”

Molly was nervous and worried.

“Just a female companion, don’t be nervous. In other words, even if Enrico has a girlfriend, what about it?”

Malik comforted his daughter again, “You’re so beautiful. There are few people who can compare with your looks.”

Molly touched her hair and said, “Yes, I’m sure to be able to surpass Enrico’s girlfriend. I’m not nervous. Let’s go in too?”

Molly took a deep breath and walked inside with Malik.

Inside the art museum.

The air was cool, the view expansive, and an array of artworks adorned the space. On the first floor were sculptures, the second housed paintings, and the third floor served as the venue for today’s final competition.

Enrico led Paige inside, holding her hand. She felt somewhat speechless; other male and female guests were arm in arm, while Enrico held her hand like an adult guiding a child.

As they walked, a curious crowd gathered around them. The organizers and museum director surrounded them, chattering away, introducing this and that, overly talkative.

However, Paige now understood why Enrico dared to bring her out. With his power and status, even if she had an episode on the spot, no one would dare say a word.