Fenella’s POVNot wanting to escalate the situation, I got out of the car as the police instructed me by my window. I quickly opened the small bag I brought and took out my identification card to show it to the officer.As I stepped out of the car completely, I realized the cold wind felt as if it were piercing my legs, causing them to cramp and ache. The calf-high boots I was wearing seemed insufficient to support my body.I felt dizzy but managed to hold onto the car until I stood up straight again. It seemed like a muscle in my leg was slightly strained from hastily jumping over the car seat."Are you okay? You look scared," the officer asked me."Yes, I'm fine. Just startled," I replied in haste.
Fenella’s POVI tried to find contact information for another lawyer who had contacted me before, but I only found one. He couldn't help me either, because he was out of town. He did give me another lawyer's contact number, but that person didn't pick up either.Ugh, just when I needed help, no one came to my rescue. While contacting my mother in Boston would clearly be useless and only make her worry, I suddenly realized that I might not have any friends.I sat silently, staring at my phone screen. My phone battery was down to five percent. Great! I needed to borrow a charger cable, but the police hadn't arrived yet. My hands rubbed my throbbing forehead.Suddenly, I heard an imaginary whisper urging me to contact Laird."No way," I whispered to myself.Would he help me? Besides, since earlier, he hadn't replied to my messages or answered my calls. I hadn't tried again, but among all my contacts, he was the only one online ten minutes ago.But what would he think if he knew I was at
Fenella’s POVI waited at the police station in quite a dreadful condition. People might have found me strange with my smeared makeup. It was a far cry from the glamorous, sparkling outfit I was wearing.The police officer gave me a cup of warm tea, and it turned out to be effective in calming my nerves since earlier. At least I had something to occupy my time while waiting for Laird. I could only sip the warm tea slowly while keeping an eye on my phone charging on the table."Miss Baxter, your lawyer is here."The officer approached me quietly. I immediately turned and saw Laird standing behind the officer. He hadn't even changed his clothes. It was as if he had just come out of a club, though I didn't know where he had been all this time.His gaze was no longer as fierce as the last time I saw him on stage. Now his forehead was furrowed with a look that resembled pity. It seemed contacting Laird for help was indeed a bad idea. Now his gaze, full of pity, made me even more embarrasse
Laird’s POVI entered the holding area inside the Queen's Precinct accompanied by an old policeman. At my request to speak privately with Alan, the officer granted it by allowing Alan to sit in a small interrogation room without a glass. I entered the room and saw Alan sitting in a chair. A pack of cigarettes and a bottle of mineral water were on the table, both empty. As I entered, Alan gave me a crooked smile. "Welcome, Mr. Evans," he said cheerfully. "What have you done?" I asked through gritted teeth. The man just chuckled lightly, a stark contrast to my disgusted expression. Ever since the last time I saw him on stage with Fenella, I felt an explosive urge to wipe that smile off his face. Alan intentionally provoked me, and every time he took control of Fenella with his whip, he would challenge me with his gaze. Not to mention, when he licked Fenella's ear, it made me immediately annoyed at both of them. If only I knew it would be like that, I certainly wouldn't have helped
Laird’s POVI leaned against the wall with one hand. Several times I assessed the situation and remembered Alan's words that kept boiling my blood. I glared sharply at Alan, and the man slowly got up. Unfortunately, he just chuckled and even had time to straighten his shirt."Ignore him, sir. He's just jealous of me," Alan still chuckled."Please get my wallet, sir. I need to sign a check to pay this honorable Mr. Evans," Alan said casually to the older officer.The older officer let out a long sigh and nodded at the other officer in the room. The slightly younger officer finally left the room."Truly, your service is very satisfying. You protect me, give me painkillers and water, and now you're going to get my wallet," Alan said cheerfully as he sat again on the chair."Don't get cocky, Mr. Schmidt. You've caused a lot of trouble tonight," the older officer said patiently."Oh, here it is," Alan said happily as the officer returned to the room with a black leather wallet."Do you hav
Laird’s POV"What did you say?”Fenella stared at me, her mouth agape and her forehead creased. I almost ignored all of Fenella's reactions as I chose to focus on driving to Fenella's apartment. It wouldn't be funny if we got into another car accident just because of that girl's shrieking."Are you seriously suggesting that to me? Are you out of your mind?" she asked, still in a high voice. I glanced at Fenella, and it seemed like she completely rejected my suggestion. I knew the girl wouldn't accept my advice, but I kept trying. I would keep trying until she stopped engaging in some madness with a sociopath named Alan Schmidt."Trust me, Fenella. I know people like Alan well. He's not someone you can trust," I insisted to the girl. "Yes, but should I stop being a model and leave Gene just because of Alan? Uh, no, Mr. Great Evans. I will be Gene's top model, period." Her hands were folded, and she stared at me as if I had suggested she do something even more dangerous. Truly, I did
Fenella's POV"I don't like you." Laird said it coldly."What? You're lying, right? I know you're lying. If you're lying, maybe you're just teasing me as usual. If so, it's okay, but why are you joking like this?" I asked quickly."Enough, Fenella. I'm sick of you." Laird's voice was still low, and there was no smile on his lips at all. His green eyes stared at me with anger."Why are you saying that? What's wrong with me? Why don't you like me? Give me a clear reason." Tears started to fall on my cheeks.I couldn't believe any of this. Laird has been my friend since we were kids. He's my neighbor, always by my side; we were even dancing on the prom’s dance floor just a few hours ago. How could his attitude change so quickly?"You're not my type," Laird said again, firmly in a low voice.I could barely hear him, but somehow I caught Laird's words. My heart clenched. I truly couldn't believe what he said."What? I'm not your type." I pressed my hand against my chest."Do you want me to
Fenella's POV"Have we discussed this before? You're already 24 years old; thus, your time as a runway model is short. Even for most girls, it's all over."I fell silent while staring at the brown-haired man in the mirror. When I heard that, my heart seethed again. I looked down and closed my red lip cream."Hey, Fenella. I mean, if you don't feel up to the morning fitting schedule, we can start looking at new opportunities for your career in fashion."Jessy hugged me from behind while I put on my black knee-high boots. I could tell he was attempting to cheer me up.We've been working together for seven years, with him serving as my agent and me serving as his model. Many of my successes as a model began at a young age, but the world didn’t recognize me as a supermodel as I had hoped early in my career.My most notable accomplishment thus far has been modeling for multiple Elle and Vogue magazine covers. A dedicated page also features an interview.I don't want to be ambitious, but I'