Winning My Ex-Crush

Jessy’s POV

It was an emergency. Such a mess!

“1011,” I muttered softly.

Oh, fortunately, Fenella never changed the code to her apartment or her bank account PIN. If I were evil enough, I would have emptied her bank account and stolen some of her valuables, even though the girl barely had anything valuable except for expensive fashion items in her closet.

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I immediately opened the door and entered Fenella’s apartment. As I entered, I immediately heard the sound of a running faucet in the bathroom. I walked further into the apartment and knocked on Fenella’s bathroom door.

“Fenella, dear? Are you okay?” I asked loudly.

The bathroom door opened from the inside. My mouth fell open, and my eyes widened in amazement at what I saw. I held my breath.

“Oh, my sweet Lord,” my mouth whispered loudly on its own.

“Uh, Jessy? You know her password too,” asked the blond-haired man in front of me.

“I do, and I’d enter 24/7 whenever you’re here,” I said to the man, and then calmed myself by biting my index finger.

My head immediately started spinning. How could it not?

Out of nowhere, I saw a handsome man with wet blond hair and sparkling green eyes, bare-chested, with only a towel covering his waist to his knees. Did I not mistakenly see fine, curly hairs peeking from beneath the towel around his chiseled abdomen?

Oh, Lord, your creations are truly beautiful! His shoulder muscles were strong, his chest broad, his stomach tight, and his arms like sculptures of Hercules! How could I not feel dizzy seeing such a sight right in front of me in the morning?!

“Jessy?” Fenella emerged from her bedroom with half-closed eyes. She frowned at her rather minimal outfit: a black tank top and black underwear.

“Oh, well, of course, that little vixen got him first,” I said with both eyes rolling upwards.

“Don’t tell me you just saw my message this morning. Where were you? Last night was really serious.” Fenella snapped as she stomped towards me.

Laird walked into the bedroom and closed the door. Damn! No chance to peek!

Fenella then approached me and sat down beside me on the sofa, still grumbling as usual.

“Yeah, right, last night was really serious,” I said sarcastically.

“Don’t say that! Last night was a true emergency. I panicked because I couldn’t reach you,” Fenella grumbled irritably.

“Forgive me. Mike wouldn’t let me go and kept me busy all night. He said I shouldn’t disturb you and Alan. He also turned off my phone and got me drunk.”

“Seriously, I called and texted you right after I read your message this morning. Since your phone was off, I hurried here,” I retorted.

“But hey, surprise! It turns out you’re okay with Laird.” I sneered irritably, but Fenella shook her head.

“I’m not okay!”

Then Fenella recounted all the events of last night until she was escorted to the apartment by Laird. The color drained from my face, and my lips went numb. My mouth hung open again after hearing about that extraordinary night.

“Oh dear, what a mess!” I sighed in frustration.

I massaged my forehead with both hands. This time I was truly dizzy from having to think so hard early in the morning.

I immediately contacted Robin, Gene’s former official lawyer, who had contracted with Ms. Lola. I explained the situation to Robin, but he supported Laird taking over as Alan’s lawyer for this trial.

“Robin said Laird’s actions were correct. That’s the quickest way to get Alan out of custody and ensure you won’t be bothered anymore.” I sighed in frustration.

“And on top of that, Alan hasn’t signed a contract extension with Robin’s law firm because his contract expired when Ms. Lola sold Gene to Alan. This means Gene currently doesn’t have a lawyer to handle legal matters. What a mess!”

I groaned, and Fenella bit her lip in panic. I slapped my own face.

“I’ll be Gene’s and Alan’s personal lawyer.” Laird suddenly joined our conversation as he emerged from the room.

“Oh, has Alan signed a contract with you?” I asked Laird.

“He has,” he said, handing me a small piece of paper.

I took the paper and once again could only gape in confusion at its contents. Fenella also read the paper in my hands.

A blank check with Alan’s signature and his full name already written. The recipient’s line was filled in in Alan’s handwriting with Laird’s full name.

“Look on the back,” Laird said.

So I turned over the check. The memo line was filled with the following words: ‘By this, I appoint Laird Evans as Gene’s lawyer and my personal lawyer.’

“Can this be considered a valid contract?” Fenella asked, puzzled.

“Yes, a simple one. He wanted to tell me that when I cash this check, I become Gene’s official lawyer and his personal lawyer for the upcoming trial.” Laird slouched beside Fenella.

“He has also signed the preliminary trial filing documents with me as his lawyer. Your impounded car as evidence is still named under Gene’s office, so I also have to arrange for it to be released from the precinct,” he said.

“Oh my. He’s more messed up than Ms. Lola,” I commented quietly.

“Say it to his face. He’ll just laugh at you as if he’s a sociopath who doesn’t care about anyone else’s feelings,” Laird said lazily.

Finally, we came to the same conclusion.

“We’ll keep quiet about Fenella in the hearing and let Alan take the blame,” Laird explained.

“Only then can he be freed from custody. Then he’ll be scheduled for a first trial, plead guilty, pay fines, and comply with whatever the judge decides for him.”

“After that, can we be free?” Fenella asked.

“Yup,” Laird said firmly.

“Okay. At least I have to make sure the PR department keeps Alan’s scandal under control,” I said, starting to look for Gene’s PR contact number.

“So, I won’t get caught?” Fenella asked again with concern on her face.

“Yes, dear, you’ll be fine. Trust me and Laird,” I said slowly, squeezing the poor girl’s shoulder.

“There’s just one thing bothering me, Laird. Are you really going to take on Gene Talent Management and Alan as your official clients?” I asked again to be sure of the man.

“No other way. For now, I’ll accept them until Alan’s trial is over, but after that, I’ll resign. You’ll have to find another lawyer,” he said.

“Because I’ll also make Fenella my personal client,” he added.

“Your personal client? For what?” Fenella asked, pointing at herself.

“Of course, to protect you if there are any future legal issues arising between you and Gene because of this case,” Laird explained.

“Can I afford it?” Fenella asked me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you a big discount. No need to worry about that,” Laird reassured us with his trademark lopsided smile.

“Oh, thank goodness. You’ll get more projects as Gene’s main model. So, you really do need a personal lawyer, Fenella,” I said convincingly to Fenella.

“Okay,” Fenella nodded, greeted with a smile from Laird.

“I’ll have to contact the administrative staff to prepare a proper contract with you, Laird,” I added.

“Ugh, damn! Alan hasn’t even hired a personal secretary to handle the documents,” I grumbled irritably at the man behind bars.

Really, he’s a mess! I have to start being more cautious with Alan.