Winning My Ex-Crush

Laird’s POV

I glanced at the message from Fenella that she sent yesterday. All night, she didn’t reply to my messages and only answered my call once. From her voice and way of speaking, she sounded tired.

Jessy was also hit by the negative reactions flooding Fenella’s personal social media and Gene’s office. After some considerations, they decided to stay away from the public eye until the ad dropped.

It seems like the ad launch is facing major issues. Yes, I promised not to ask about that ad, even though I’m curious. I have intentionally given her space to calm down, and maybe I’ll visit her later in the evening after work.

I think it’s not going to be a problem. Moreover, next week is the start of the winter holidays. We will go back to Boston to celebrate Christmas with our families. After the chaos and dilemma with Alan, maybe calming down with her mother is the right decision.

I rubbed my chin and considered canceling my winter holiday plans with Fenella. Initially, I wanted to take her on a vacation, but I wasn’t sure if she would agree.

“How did it go? I thought you had already obtained the file.”

This was the third time I sent a message to Matthew without a response. He promised to send me the important document file about Alan, but until the end of today’s lunch break, he still hadn’t replied to my messages. What is actually happening to him?

Suddenly, the phone rang. I looked at the screen. Matthew was calling, and I immediately answered.

“Hello!” The man on the other end was greeted with laughter.

“Hey. Have you gotten the file?” I asked.

“Uh huh. You won’t believe what I found!”

“Send the file now,” I impatiently said.

“Pay the remaining balance first.”

“Oh, typical materialistic person. Since when did our relationship turn into such a stiff transaction?” I grumbled, but the man laughed again.

“I just want to be professional. Besides, I feel more skilled in my job now.”

“You arrogant jerk. Fine, I’ll send the money now.” I was ready to hang up, but Matthew shouted to stop me.

“Hey, hey, hey! Wait a moment. There’s one more thing I need to tell you.”

“What else?” I asked with a furrowed brow.

“I met Prosecutor Golden’s assistant at the courthouse building here. We talked, and I applied my expertise to decipher the code through a sophisticated, structured psychological approach in interpersonal relationships.”

Tsk. He always talks too much. I know he intends to slow down his speech just to annoy me.

“Cut the crap. I know you’re just stirring up old memories with that guy about how miserably you failed as former Prosecutor Golden’s assistant. What did you find?”

“You damn guy.” Matthew laughed heartily.

“So, what’s the information?” I urged, growing more impatient.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Get ready.” He paused and took a breath. “They’re investigating Alan in connection with a major criminal case.” Matthew whispered.

“A major criminal case?” My eyes widened, and my mouth gaped slightly.

“They have been investigating that man for a long time, and even Prosecutor Golden’s name was caught by Alan. He managed to evade and lay low for some time, but after he reappeared in public, Prosecutor Golden immediately pursued him again.”

“That’s really bad. No wonder he was terrified when he met Prosecutor Golden during the DUI case trial yesterday,” I muttered, thinking about all these connections.

“It seems like Alan didn’t think that Prosecutor Golden would chase him again, even for a minor case like DUI. Really unfortunate,” Matthew snorted.

“Well, maybe Prosecutor Golden is looking for reasons to deepen the investigation into Alan openly through the DUI case yesterday.”

“Everything is possible,” Matthew murmured.

“Hey, send the file now.”

“I told you, pay first.”

“You jerk.”

I quickly hung up the phone. Hurriedly, I opened my mobile banking app on my phone and sent the remaining payment to him. No tip because he was such an annoying prick.

I sent the payment proof to Matthew. Some time later, the file he sent finally arrived on my phone. Without waiting any longer, I immediately opened it. My eyes quickly scanned through all the pages. One by one, until my reading speed slowed down as I knitted the final conclusion from Matthew’s investigation results.

I fell silent for a moment. My mind wandered back to our high school days at Whitehill Academy. My chest tightened after learning the truth behind Alan and Amy.

“Goddamnit, that’s the son of a bitch.”

I grumbled with a stiff jaw. Then I quickly printed the document. Fenella had to know, and that Alan guy had to be interrogated.

“Hey, buddy.” Derek walked over to me with his playful demeanor.

“Not now, Derek,” I said without looking at him. My hands moved swiftly on my laptop keyboard to print the document to my printer.

“Hey, so blunt. Just because you’re heartbroken doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate your rough attitude,” Derek snorted and smiled lopsidedly.

“What do you mean? I’m not heartbroken.” I finally stood upright to face him while waiting for all the documents to finish printing.

“Please don’t lie. Just say if you need to find a replacement. I have many model friends I met through my dating app.”

“I’m still faithful to my girlfriend and not looking for a replacement.”

“Meaning, you’re still dating?”

“Yup. Steady and firm.”

“Then what’s with this ad? This is Fenella, right?” Derek showed me his phone.

Oh damn. It was the controversial ad video. Derek played the video in front of me. I promised not to watch it, but fate seemed to insist that I immediately see the ad.

I fell silent as I watched Alan and Fenella seemingly having sex in nude. Some parts of their bodies were intentionally covered by racks and other people, but they were shaking and moving as if they were indeed pounding each other.

“I find this quite funny, but people are already furious. What’s wrong with those short-fused people out there?” Derek shook his head.

I remained silent, still, as I digested the less-than-a-minute ad video in my mind.

“I don’t know the truth because everyone is commenting that this man and Fenella are dating. I hope it’s not true.”

My heart was pounding fast, and I could feel a sudden rush of blood flow in my neck. I clenched my hands at my sides. My jaw began to ache from grinding my teeth.

What the fuck?! In an instant, only red and black colors were playing in my vision. My hands roughly crumpled the freshly printed papers.

“That son of a bitch.” I growled, trying to contain my uncontrollable trembling body.

Fenella said Alan didn’t touch her intimately. She said it was all the same as usual. How could she dare to lie to me like that?! How could that bastard touch my girlfriend like that?!

Enough is enough. I will no longer hold back. I will expose all the filth in that man!

I quickly put the documents into a brown envelope. My hand opened the desk drawer and took the motorcycle key from inside. The next second, my feet were already running towards the parking building.

“Hey, Laird! Where are you going?!” Derek called out to me, but I ignored him.

I felt like a bull seeing red cloth. Right now, I have only one objective.

‘I know everything. You’re a dead meat.’

My message was sent to Alan.