The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“I have always wanted to promote the welfare of college students. College students are the foundation of the country, and only by taking good care of them can the country have a better future. Therefore, we should increase your living allowances,” Malik responded to a student’s question.

That’s how politicians are, always promising big to their voters, just for climbing higher.

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, the students below became excited.

Holding the microphone, Malik looked pleased with the scene. “Alright, any other students have questions?”

In reality, these questions were all prearranged, with several students planted to stand up and ask, all to boost his image.

Malik looked around the entire auditorium with a smile on his face. Suddenly, a voice rang out. “I have a question.”

It was a girl’s voice. Cool, indifferent.

For a while, everyone couldn’t find where the voice was coming from.

Standing in the central position at the highest point of the tiered seating, a slender figure in white appeared. Because there was little light in the audience seats, she seemed to be in the dark for a moment.

Until she walked down the central steps into the light.

It was Paige.

She was dressed in a white sports outfit, with her dark hair casually tied back in a ponytail, looking neat and sharp. One hand was in her pocket, the other holding a golden microphone.

Molly stared in shock.

Malik frowned and turned to the stage crew. What’s going on? Weren’t the questions all arranged? How did Paige get hold of the microphone, which could broadcast throughout the entire auditorium?

The crew was just as bewildered, shaking their heads at him.

Malik gestured to the crew to cut off the microphone, then smiled and said, “This student, go ahead with your question.”

“Senator Clarke, you aspire to serve the people’s welfare. In your opinion, what qualities should a competent senator possess…?” Paige asked as she walked, but halfway through, her voice abruptly cut off through the speakers.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Her microphone went silent, leaving only the murmurs of students.

“Isn’t she the new transfer student from the art department? Up close, she’s really pretty. Look at how fair her skin is.”

“Didn’t she go head-to-head with Molly on her first day here?”

“She dared to confront Molly? Damn.”

In the backstage chaos, the crew frantically tried to locate Paige’s microphone connection, but they couldn’t find it. They ended up cutting off all the audience microphones in one go and urgently signaled to Malik.

On stage, Malik sighed with relief. “Sorry about that, young lady. It seems there’s a technical issue with the mic. Please have a seat for now.”

His plan was to have her sit down quietly so she wouldn’t cause further disruption. If she intended to stir up trouble, it wouldn’t be possible. It was his turf.

Paige stood in the center of the audience seating, smiled faintly at Malik’s words, a hint of disdain in her eyes. She tossed the microphone aside.

Nick immediately scurried over with a megaphone and handed it to Paige.

Accepting it, Paige switched it on and said with a smile, “Didn’t expect such a major event to have technical glitches, but luckily, I came prepared.”

Her voice amplified through the megaphone, stunning everyone present.

Molly sat below, seething with anger, wanting to go up and confront Paige.

Bryan looked at Paige with some surprise. She was no longer the shy girl from before. For some reason, he felt like she came today with a purpose.

Malik continued to pretend, shouting, “What? I can’t hear you with that megaphone.”

At his words, Paige chuckled mockingly, lifted her leg, and walked forward.

She walked straight to the front, stepped onto the stage steps, and casually grabbed a chair from below the stage, dragging it slowly up.

At Malik’s signal, security guards rushed forward to intercept her, but Nick and his brothers immediately stepped in to block them. “Just a student asking a few questions, easy, easy.”

“Step aside, don’t cause trouble.”

“We’re not causing trouble. We just want to ask the senator a few questions. Can’t we even do that?”

With their obstruction, Paige had already reached the stage.

Under the gaze of everyone, she dragged the chair to the center of the stage.

Malik stood there with an unpleasant expression.

Paige sat down on the chair facing him, one foot resting on the chair’s crossbar.

She lifted the megaphone towards Malik. “Can you hear me now, Senator Clarke? Or should I come closer?”

Malik stood at the lectern, instinctively covering his ears, almost deafened by the noise.

“Damn, she’s amazing!” The students below were stunned by Paige’s series of actions.

It was their first time seeing someone use a megaphone to question a senator during a live speech.

“Hey, this isn’t appropriate behavior.” Staff rushed onto the stage to pull her down.

Paige remained calm, sitting there, raising her hand to twist the person’s arm, causing him to cry out in pain.

“Senator Clarke, why is it okay for others to ask questions, but not me? Were those earlier questions all rehearsed?”

“Answer the questions! Answer the questions!” Some students were already loudly shouting. Some students began recording on their phones, while others started live streaming.

“Look at this despicable… this Paige, what does she want to do? Why is she here to disrupt my father’s speech?” Molly glared furiously at Paige on stage.

Bryan kept his gaze on the stage, comforting Molly, “Don’t worry, Paige probably just wants to ask a few questions.”

“How could she? You have no idea how much she hates…” Molly almost blurted out.

The auditorium was filled with loud noises. Bryan only caught a bit of it and withdrew his gaze, looking at her in confusion. “No idea about what?”

“Nothing.”

At this moment, Malik felt somewhat stuck on the stage. Those foolish staff members should have cut off his microphone earlier as well, then he would have had an excuse.

Paige knew what Malik was thinking. She wanted Malik to be stuck on stage. Speech? Electioneering? Sorry, his career was destined to end today.

All the students stood up, the noise growing louder and harder to control.

Malik managed a forced smile. “Fine, go ahead, ask.”

Paige turned to the audience, gestured with her hand to sit down. Only then did the students gradually sit down. As they did, they suddenly realized, huh? How did they just naturally follow this transfer student’s command?

The auditorium gradually quieted down.

Paige raised the megaphone and smiled, “Senator Clarke, in your opinion, what qualities should a qualified senator possess?”

‘Is that it? Just this?’ Malik sneered disdainfully, cleared his throat, and began speaking firmly, “I’ve always maintained that a qualified senator must be selfless, dedicated to service, committed to serving the public and our nation, with integrity and honesty.”

Paige patiently waited for him to finish, then continued probing, “Some have accused you of colluding with XH Group, making decisions based solely on their directives, and disregarding the welfare of the people. Any truth to these allegations?”

“I have no idea where you’ve heard such rumors. There is absolutely not true!”

As he confidently asserted this, televisions suspended above the audience suddenly turned on.

A video began playing silently, but with clear visuals.

It showed Malik sitting face-to-face with another man, engaged in what seemed like a cordial discussion.

Suddenly, the man placed a large briefcase in front of Malik and opened it to reveal stacks of cash.

That man was none other than the CEO of XH Group.

The whole hall erupted in uproar.

Molly and Bryan sat in the front row without a television in front of them, suddenly hearing the commotion from their fellow students, unsure of what was happening.

Paige remained seated, continuing her questioning. “Senator Clarke, there were reports that you recently visited a rural area, hosted live streams to promote local produce, particularly blueberries, and bonded closely with the farmers there. The farmers seemed very grateful to you. Is this true?”

“Indeed, the blueberry market was suffering, and I did what I could to assist. The farmers were quite warm and even invited me to their homes for meals.”

As he finished speaking, the video on the suspended televisions changed once more.

In the silent footage, the scene shifted to a field edge. Malik, dressed in sportswear, was seen arm in arm with a blueberry farmer, seemingly friendly.

But as the camera moved, he abruptly shoved the farmer away, kicking him into a nearby ditch. Disdainfully wiping his hands with a handkerchief, he then approached and delivered several more kicks.

The farmer clutched his head in pain. Malik seemed dissatisfied and said something to his bodyguards, who assaulted the farmer with punches and kicks.

In the end, the blueberry farmer spat out a mouthful of blood, in excruciating pain, begging for mercy.

The students were stunned.

What… what just happened?

Malik stood there, noticing the murmurs below, puzzled, and glanced in Molly’s direction.

Molly also felt perplexed. After a moment’s hesitation, she walked to the back and, upon seeing the content on the suspended televisions, was utterly shocked…