Winning My Ex-Crush

Laird’s POV

“Weren’t you mad at me?”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

She turned towards me this time. Her eyes were tearful, as if she were about to cry at any moment, but she still had the determination to narrow her eyes at me.

I frowned when I heard Fenella’s question. I shook my head.

“I wasn’t mad at you.”

Hearing my answer, she immediately lowered her knees and sat cross-legged on the sofa. Her posture was rigid. Then she began a string of judgmental remarks.

“Yes, you were. You saw that ad at the office, and you got mad. Then you started blowing rampage at Gene’s office and beating up Alan because of it.”

“Wow, wow. Slow down, baby. Take a breath.”

I raised both of my hands in the air. “Calm down,” I said in a deep voice slowly, hoping she would listen to me calmly.

“Alright, I admit it. I saw that ad at the office. I was angry, and then I threatened Alan. But didn’t you say you would give me more trust and build better communication between us?”

Fenella’s forehead furrowed and her lips pressed tightly. She was waiting for me to explain everything to her. So that’s what I did. I calmly explained my defense. I didn’t want us to argue again.

“Maybe my adrenaline spike got the best of me, but one thing is for sure: I’m not the one who has been lying to you all this time. I was jealous of Alan, and now we know more about him. Don’t you see how that son of a bitch kissed my lips to provoke my anger like a sociopath?”

Fenella’s eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. She scoffed.

“Well, maybe you’re the one with the problem with your possessive behavior and anger issues. You’re the one who said he was tailing us to learn everything about us, and now he clearly knows how to provoke your anger. Can’t you control yourself?” She blinked her eyes.

“I just don’t want you to get involved in bigger problems. You know how Alan is. He could accuse you of assault. He-he could get you imprisoned. Maybe you’re a lawyer, but that doesn’t mean you can escape the court.”

“That won’t happen. He wouldn’t dare report it. He’ll avoid the police at all costs.” I shook my head with my arms crossed in front of my chest.

“How the fuck can you be so sure?”

“Because he’s being investigated by Prosecutor Golden for money laundering.”

My calm, low voice immediately closed our debate. She was stunned. When the sound of a car horn was heard in front of the house, Fenella blinked her eyes again. Her voice faltered as she began to speak.

“What do you mean, money laundering?”

“You know what it means. He’s suspected of involvement in major criminal activities. That’s why Prosecutor Golden is targeting him through the DUI case.”

“So, Prosecutor Golden isn’t pursuing him because of personal revenge against your father?” She still stared at me in disbelief. I shaken my head confidently.

“He’s actually being professional and seizing every little opportunity. That’s why Alan was also scared and acted strangely during the trial, remember? I’m sure he didn’t expect a criminal prosecutor like Malcolm Golden to really go after him from the DUI case.”

“I still don’t understand the connection. So, you mean, the prosecutor actually wants to investigate the money laundering case but wants to investigate it through the DUI case?” She tilted her head with horror in her eyes.

“Exactly. If the DUI case were to proceed to further investigation, Prosecutor Golden could legally investigate Alan’s entire background and business operations. Especially if Alan were sentenced to prison because of that, he could interrogate Alan more thoroughly.” I explained in a clear tone.

“Unfortunately, the judge didn’t seem interested in that. Maybe she didn’t believe it, didn’t want to bother, or simply didn’t give a fuck about it. That’s why she allowed Alan to pay a fine to replace his jail sentence.”

Her mouth formed a round shape, and she slowly covered her mouth with both hands. Her face became increasingly pale. Then she began to rub her temples.

“It couldn’t get worse,” she said with a long sigh. “This is too much. My head feels like it’s going to explode.” She whispered softly and held her temples.

“Why do you look so distressed hearing this? Don’t tell me you care about him.” My forehead furrowed deeply.

“It’s not that. I just-” she then groaned. “He came here earlier.”

“Yeah, your mom already told me. What did he say to you?”

Her tongue quickly licked her upper lip. After being silent for a while, calming herself, and catching her breath, Fenella finally opened her mouth. She then recounted Clark Thomson’s past until he changed his identity to Alan Schmidt.

I analyzed all of her story. If I had a notebook, I would have written it down by now. I might even have recorded her story. When names were mentioned and Peter Morgan’s involvement in investing in Alan’s business, I became more convinced that my suspicions were not wrong.

Forget about Alan doing all this to attract Fenella’s attention. Besides, it was nothing new. From the beginning, the man had made his intentions clear about wanting to be her daddy’s long legs. Although, once again, I felt disturbed by the enthusiastic tone and the bright, admiring gleam in Fenella’s eyes as she talked about how Alan had done so much for her.

“Alright, this confirms Peter’s involvement in Alan’s business. The flow of funds from Peter is what the FBI and Prosecutor Golden are targeting.”

“Is it that bad?” Fenella bit her lower lip.

“It’s worst. Corruption, illegal transactions, arms dealing, and involvement with international mafia groups revolving around that Peter Morgan.”

“Wait a minute. Are you making this up? Isn’t this excessive for an accusation against a normal person?”

I pursed my lips. Fenella might have never been exposed to the criminal world before. She didn’t understand the legal world and the people behind the scenes. She was just an outsider caught in the middle of this criminal whirlpool, confused, lost, and having to deal with someone as cunning as Alan and his cronies.

Meanwhile, I was well-versed in all of this. During college, during my internship at the prosecutor’s office and at the law firm. My world was quite different from Fenella’s. That’s why I wanted to leave this legal world. It was too dirty, too dark, and I wasn’t interested in being a corporate lawyer defending unscrupulous businessmen.

It was too contrary to my ideals.

“Fenella, I know this is hard for you to face. The fact is, people like that exist. Don’t you remember the mafia guy who saved you from a career as a porn actress?”

Whether from fear or cold, her body immediately shivered. Fenella hugged herself.

“Yes. I remember. I guess he was involved in criminal activities, but he never explained the details to me. How could I be so ignorant about that world?”

“Now you understand, right? Alan is a dangerous man. That’s why I want you to stay away from him. My feelings are no longer just ordinary jealousy.”

I cupped her face. She turned and looked at me closely. Then she nodded her head. It seemed she understood my concerns.

“Regarding that, I want to get rid of Alan from our lives forever. I don’t want to continue living with insecurity in our lives. Besides, he and Amy have been the source of our problems all along. They’ve trapped us, deceived us, and now Alan is disturbing your life, right?”

“Do you mean kill-”

“We’ll imprison them. Let’s take our revenge on them.”