All Chapters of Winning My Ex-Crush: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Fenella’s POV"I want to quit," I said as I placed the white envelope on Alan's desk.Alan looked at the envelope and raised one eyebrow. I had prepared myself for Alan's possible outburst, knowing how he could become extremely temperamental when he was angry. Everyone knew how Alan could be very volatile when upset.I swallowed hard, bracing myself for Alan's reaction, but he simply remained seated in his chair. He tapped his pen on his hand. Alan just sat there, staring at the envelope, with both elbows resting on the armrests of his chair.After a while, he finally swiveled his chair to face me directly. He uncrossed his legs and propped both elbows on the desk.I tightened my fingers around my small white bag. My body was stiff in the chair, waiting for Alan's reaction as if I were awaiting a judge's verdict. He then looked at me coldly."Is this an April Fool's joke?" He asked, frowning with a raised eyebrow, dismissing me."It's December 1st, Alan, not April 1st. This is not a j

Fenella’s POV"Hello, Jessy."I picked up the call from my agent. Yes, up until now, he was still my agent, and I still had to answer his calls. He was still my friend because we had made amends, and I had forgiven him for the incident in Mexico.In the end, I swallowed my pride and became a good friend to him again. He was struggling with his relationship with Mike. Honestly, I couldn't bear to leave him when he needed my help."Fenella, forgive me." His voice was hoarse, and he sounded like he had been crying.Oh no. What's happening now?"What's wrong, Jessy?" I asked, furrowing my brow."It's an emergency. It's a mess, and you were right; it's all my fault," Jessy whimpered with tears in between his words."Jessy, what is it? Tell me." I knew this would be terrible news.I sat on the sofa, preparing for all the bad news that was about to hit me this time. My heart was pounding fast, and Jessy slowly stopped crying. I sat up straight, sharpening my ears."Alan said you had submitte

Fenella’s POV“Do you have her manager's number?” Jessy walked quickly beside me, matching my pace.“Yes. I sent him a message and asked for a meeting with Mallory,” I replied as we hurried to my red car.“When did you get his number?”“At the after-party, he gave me his number and invited me to meet him at the bar in New York.”“Ah ha! Was he handsome?” Jessy’s face lit up, and I snorted.“That’s not important.”We both quickly got into the car. Jessy, at the wheel, started the engine while I opened the navigation app to find directions.“We need to catch Mallory at her studio. Her manager said they’ll be heading to the airport for an international trip in half an hour. The studio is about a twenty-minute drive, so we have only a little time.”“Okay, step on it!” He squealed.Jessy immediately took the road at an alarming speed. Other cars behind us honked loudly, but he didn’t care.“Whoah!” I exclaimed, gripping my seatbelt tightly.“I can cut the time down to fifteen minutes!” He

Laird’s POVI visited a small office in one of the office building rows at the edge of Brooklyn. The office building had three floors and was divided into several small offices. I walked up the stairs of the old building to the top floor.One of the offices had a rusted door and dirty glass covered by yellowed blinds. "Private Investigator: Matthew Logan" was written on a white nameplate with blue lettering next to the door.I knocked on the door and entered without much greeting or pleasantries. As I entered, a man with black hair immediately lowered the newspaper he had been reading onto the desk.“Ah, Laird!”“Hey, Matthew,” I said as I sat on one of the shabby sofas with cracked and torn leather on the edges.“On time. I just finished reading the lottery announcement in the newspaper.”“Did you get it?”“Not yet. I guess I still need time to map out the counter with the highest winning odds,” he sighed deeply and sat down on the same worn-out sofa in front of me.“Certainly, that

Fenella’s POVSeveral days after our meeting, I was already sitting in the makeup chair in front of the mirror. Wearing a long-sleeved black knit sweater and jeans, I looked like an ordinary woman. Indeed, that was the concept of today's ad: just a couple going shopping to prepare for a winter vacation abroad."Okay, all set," the makeup artist said to me after doing my face with neutral tones."Thank you," I replied softly with a small smile.She then left to report to the director. I sighed and waited in my makeup chair, looking at my phone. There was a text message from Laird, and I read it immediately.‘Hey. Has the shooting started yet?’Since yesterday, he has sent me multiple messages and called me several times. I knew he was trying to restrain himself from being jealous, but the tone and anxiety in his voice couldn't lie.Laird and I decided not to inform him about the shooting details because we believed Laird might go crazy hearing the detailed story behind the scenes. Besi