In the screen above, Blanca’s foot was nearing the cogs and would be the first casualty of this giant winnowing machine.
Paige clenches her fingers into fists and says nothing, continuing to look down for answers.
As the room shook, Rachel’s eyes grew more and more demented and insane as she looked at Enrico, her voice trembling as she compelled him, “Don’t you want to try? Maybe I’ll show you a way out of here.”
Enrico could clearly feel the room even sit a little unsteadily as he looked over to the woman sprawled on the floor, his face devoid of sarcasm, his face growing somber.
All it took was a kind word, and maybe they could get a way out of this.
Even if the chances were not high, it was always right to try.
Enrico looked at her with a sullen look on his face, and after a long time, he lowered his head a little closer to her.
Rachel held her breath and looked at the man she had been dreaming about for years, and when she saw him approaching, her smile squeezed out a little.
People all want to live is not it?
All she needed was a word.
One good word, one word that would enter her heart.
Even if she wasn’t the one he loved, she wanted to prove that Paige wasn’t anything special.
Five centimeters away from her face, Enrico stopped.
“Actually, so what if The Gustin family’s villa adopted Paige instead back then, even if she killed me.”
Enrico stared expressionlessly at her pale and twisted face, lightly moving his thin lips and saying it without a single point of hesitation, “I would willingly turn into a spirit to guard her.”
The voice was magnetic.
The words were firm.
Paige lowered her head to look at the drawings, listening to such a sentence coming from the stereo, the whole person stiffened down, a tear fell silently on the design drawings, haloing the traces on it.
Rachel slumped there, her smile frozen on her face as she stared blankly at the man in front of her, tears falling uncontrollably, “Even if it’s death, even if it’s a lie, you’re not willing to wipe her away?”
Just an if, not even?
Reluctantly, Rachel reached out to stroke his face.
Enrico suddenly stepped back and kicked her in the shoulder, knocking her away.
He leaned his back against the mirrored wall, one leg bent, his arm resting casually on his knee, subdued and languid, his gray eyes revealing a bit of a demonic sensation in the dim light, “I’m Paige’s man.”
“…”
Rachel was kicked and slid to the other side, an extremely short process that was slowed down a million times in her world.
She watched as Enrico moved farther and farther away from her.
Paige stood in the main control room as Enrico’s voice fell into her ears word for word, completely messing with her mind.
She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and as she pushed the design drawings aside, she raised her eyes to the screen and said into the microphone, “Enrico, there’s no time, I can only try my best.”
Her voice was slightly hoarse.
At those words, Enrico raised his head to look at the camera’s position, a face that became gentle, without a trace of the fear of death across the room, and said in a cloudy manner, “Try.”
The tone was as if it wasn’t putting her life in her hands, but rather agreeing to go out for a walk as casually as possible.
Paige looked to the buttons on the console, the design drawings spinning up in her head, if she followed the drawings, the most logical arrangement of these buttons would be as she thought correctly.
If so, she would be able to stop the gears.
Paige pursed her lips, crossed her fingers, moved her knuckles, and reached out to begin the operation.
Just as her fingers were about to fall, a calm female voice suddenly sounded from behind her, “Marian, you’ll only speed up the mechanism.”
Paige’s gaze shook and she immediately turned back.
She saw that Brangelina was standing behind her, a pair of eyes were calmly looking at her, a faint smile at the corner of her lips.
Brangelina’s body was still in a mess, her hair was disheveled, but her entire aura was completely different, she stood straight, warm and calm.
These eyes …
Paige then went to look at the console, and the white compote pill was gone.
“You ate the compote pill?” Paige looked at her in dismay.
“Uh-huh.” Brangelina smiled and nodded, walking up to her with a doting gaze, lifting her hand to stroke away a little wetness from her face before turning her head to the screen and narrating calmly, “I’ve been thinking about you since you left Eastdown, and Rachel imprisoned me when she couldn’t stand the sight of it… You already know what happened to the old man, Kelsey, and Casey. know.”
“…”
Paige was a little uncomfortable for a moment when faced with a Brangelina who spoke so articulately.
“Years ago, Blanca came back, she didn’t show up, she’s been investigating in the shadows, I think it was you who warned her that Rachel wasn’t a benign figure, she’s been a lot more careful.”
Brangelina stood beside her and continued, “Blanca looked into it for a while and determined that Rachel was in trouble and found out where we were being held, just a few days ago, she brought her men to prepare to take down Rachel, not realizing that Rachel had her defenses up.”
“That’s when Kelsey was rescued by Blanca.” Paige said.
“Yes. Rachel has a perverted nature and because Kelsey and I are close to you, she has been secretly torturing us.” Brangelina pulled her sleeve up, revealing multiple whip marks on her arm.
Paige frowned.
“After Kelsey was rescued, she took it all out on Blanca, who you should know a few things about, and she pulled through and got me out.”
Brangelina said, “Blanca knew that Rachel had set up a trap here and thought that she must be up to something and tried to come in and sabotage it, but by then she was already half tortured.”
“So when she was discovered, she was unable to save both of them and had to hide you.”
All this, Paige could probably guess.
“That’s right, there’s no surveillance from this manipulation room to the outside, and Blanca did something to make Rachel think I’d escaped first, that I was no threat to her as a fool, and that she didn’t even bother to look for me.”
Brangelina nodded and began to get to the point, “I was just hiding in the side of the cabinet, watching Rachel sit here alone and burn the core information about the organ.”
But that information, she and Blanca had already read.
“So you know the way to crack it?” Paige asked eagerly.
“It’s a dead organ, it can’t be cracked.” Brangelina turned her head to look at her with a bit of impatience in her eyes, “In her plan, she’d start by putting everyone down with a compulsion, then she’d have an Enrico who couldn’t move, and they’d just sit around and watch the fallout.”
With that said, Brangelina looked back to Rachel on the screen, “And you will be in the room where she is now, and as the gears turn, you will first hear your mother’s screams, and listen to her being run over by the gears, and then, it will be you and the old man, and then … will be the everyone at the very top, no one connected to you will escape.”
This was Rachel’s original and most perfect plan.
She hated Paige, really hated her to the bone, hated her to the point of insanity, and only then would she come up with such a plan to die without letting her die properly.
After a long paragraph, all Paige heard was, “Unbreakable?”