Fenella’s POVThree weeks later…I sat in the long chair again with Jessy, Mike, Alan, and Laird. This time the courtroom was packed with journalists jotting notes in their notepads. Cameras were prohibited, and filming with phones was also forbidden."You look tense," Laird asked me."How could I not be tense? You said this prosecutor is famous," I whispered back.From a distance, I noticed the figure of an old man with a full head of silver hair. Such men were often referred to as silver foxes, with their whitened hair yet still energetic bodies.What did an experienced prosecutor like him want, anyway? Why bother with such a minor case?Laird himself didn't understand why a veteran prosecutor like that would handle such a small case. He suspected that Prosecutor Golden's presence was closely tied to Laird's father."All rise!" The bailiff's voice rang out as Judge Brown entered the room.We all stood up, and I gently squeezed Laird's hand beside me. My heart was pounding uncontroll
Laird’s POV"Have you gone mad?" I growled under my breath.Alan and I moved to a secluded corner of the empty hallway behind the courtroom. My eyes flared as I stared at Alan's face, still seeming to view this trial as mere play."Laird, read the prosecutor's charges to me again. Read them aloud right in front of my face," he said, pointing to the papers I held in my hand."What's your problem with that?" I asked irritably."Don't you realize the prosecutor is playing games with us? Read through all his charges carefully!" Alan raised his voice."You don't need to tell me to read aloud as if I were a child. I remember perfectly well what's in there." I clenched my fist and squeezed the papers tightly."If you've already read it, why are you telling me to plead guilty to everything?" "Because that's what you want. You were the one who said at the precinct that you would bear all the punishments for her. Did you hit your head and get amnesia?" I furrowed my brow."Yes, but I didn't ex
Fenella’s POVI stared at the two men standing in the defendant's place. Laird's face looked stern, his eyes squinting at Alan, while Alan appeared worried. Opposite them, Prosecutor Golden, standing behind the prosecutor's table, now wore a smug smile."What's your answer, Mr. Schmidt?" Judge Brown asked impatiently.Everyone whispered anxiously, waiting for Alan's response. I glanced at Jessy, and we exchanged nervous looks. It never occurred to me that Alan would change his mind at the last moment. But apparently, it could happen!"Your Honor, I—" Alan's voice caught in his throat: "I plead guilty."My eyes widened as I heard Alan finish his sentence, followed immediately by a sigh of relief. Reporters scribbled notes, Jessy breathed a sigh of relief, and so did Laird. I felt drained and held Jessy's hand tighter. Both of us smiled broadly."Everything will be fine," Jessy whispered to me."Thank you, Jessy," I whispered back.Upon hearing Alan's answer, Judge Brown also seemed rel
Fenella’s POVIt turned out that all copies of the contract documents for Gene and the talents were ready. Laird already had an appointment to meet with his paralegal at the office to pick up all the documents.Coming to Laird's office? Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity!"Are you sure you won't be late?" Laird asked me."It's okay; don't worry. Today, I only have a scheduled appointment at 1 p.m. for a treatment at the sponsor's clinic," I replied."Are you sick?" he asked."No." I chuckled softly upon hearing the question. "It's a skin and beauty clinic," I said, blushing."But you're already beautiful," he fr
Fenella’s POVLaird stared at me intently and then glanced at his friend. Okay, I have to admit, I wasn't ready.If only Laird had chosen to introduce me as his close friend, I wouldn't have been able to do anything. I mean, I didn't know whether Laird would introduce me as his girlfriend or not.What if Laird didn't acknowledge me as his girlfriend? Especially now that our statuses are so different. Laird, the son of the firm's owner, for God's sake!"Yeah, she's my client," he calmly replied.What? My heart sank upon hearing Laird's answer. A client? Just that? I waited for Laird to explain or add more details, but there was nothing."Wow, nice to meet you, miss. I'm Derek. Laird must be thrilled to have such a beautiful client like you." Derek extended his hand to me with a broad smile."Oh, um, I'm Fenella," I murmured.My heart raced with a forced smile. I shook Derek's hand, and he gripped it firmly.He held my hand for a long time and engaged me in conversation about something
Fenella’s POVThe woman walked briskly ahead of me, her shoes clacking loudly. The shoes she wore were even Oscar de Ragetti designs. I recognized them because Oscar had shown me his boutique when I signed the contract.Upon arriving in the fairly large meeting room, I was invited to take a seat. Once again, I complied with the woman. Her bossy aura was thick, and her charisma made it nearly impossible for me to argue.As I was about to sit down, she finally smiled warmly. Though it seemed I was starting to understand the difference between genuine and fake smiles, she resembled more of a sadistic robot who enjoyed rebelling against humans, as seen in movies."Which company are you from?" she asked sharply."I'm from Gene Talent Management," I replied spontaneously."The model and actor management company?" she asked with increased interest this time."Yes, exactly." I nodded with a smile, glad that someone recognized my name."I thought they had gone bankrupt," she chuckled arrogantl
Fenella’s POVI could only stay silent in confusion as I listened to the woman who claimed to be Laird's boss. My eyes blinked repeatedly as I observed her closely. From her appearance, it was clear she was not a foolish or poor woman.So why did she think her earlier statement was a normal thing coming from a career woman's mouth? Why did she seem so confident in what she said? Though I didn't believe her words, I still felt that something strange had happened."Laird is gay?" I repeated the woman's words slowly."He himself told me that," she said once more. The woman shrugged, as if all her words were sane."Laird is gay? He told you that himself."I repeated her
Fenella’s POVThe woman approached me with angry steps, her face showing fierceness in the corners of her eyes that arched high. She stood right in front of me, no longer caring about the pairs of eyes now watching us from the tables in this room.They all stopped working. There was no phone ringing, no sound of keyboards clicking, and no one talking. The room suddenly fell into a tense silence as Rebecca stood right in front of me."I am the boss here, and I am a junior partner in this firm. You can't talk to me like that," she said slowly, emphasizing each word.She yelled sharply, her breath uneven. It seemed like her anger had reached its boiling point.Not wanting to back down, I finally stood my ground in front of her. I clenched my fists by my sides, leaning forward and glaring back at her fiercely."I can do whatever I want, and I am not your employee," I said, raising my voice and emphasizing each word."You bitch!"The next moment, she picked up the hot coffee from my desk.