All Chapters of Winning My Ex-Crush: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Fenella’s POVI immediately turned off the ringtone and waited until the call stopped. Then I quickly activated the silent mode on my phone."I forgot he knew your house.""Yes, he helped my mom carry things from the bazaar earlier.""Now he's openly chasing you." Laird snorted."Fenella! I know you're inside! I brought a Christmas gift!" Alan's voice was loud outside.My mouth fell open. "How dare he shout outside?" I protested in a low whisper."I can't believe it," Laird shook his head."What should we do?" I frowned, weighing whether to let him in or not."Let's pretend we're not home and hide." Laird pulled me by the waist back to the bed to lie down. "Good thing you turned off the lights earlier.""But—""No buts. Remember, he mustn't know we've made up, or he’ll become suspicious of you later." Laird warned me in a low whisper."Yeah, maybe you’re right." I then followed his advice.Outside, Alan still seemed to be trying to get attention and continued calling me. He also kept s

Fenella’s POVAlan laughed softly. He seemed pleased. Was it working? Was my acting convincing enough?“How did this happen?”His laughter grew more amusing and gradually turned into neurotic laughter. Shit! He must have seen through my poor acting!I sat tensely in my seat. My eyes darted back and forth between his laughing lips and the white sedan parked across the street. I started considering mentioning the safe word. My breathing quickened as I waited for him to stop laughing.“Alan, I mean,” my words faltered as Alan raised his hand in the air.“No, Fenella. I don’t want to hear your lies. This is clearly ridiculous.” Alan huffed and shook his head.“How can you reject me outright yesterday and today accept my proposal and say those three words?” He took a quick sip of his tea.I clenched my hands on the table. I didn’t expect this plan to fail so

Fenella’s POV“Woohoo! Awesome!”Matthew cheered loudly in the living room of my house. He rubbed his palms together with fiery excitement in his eyes. Matthew bit his lower lip and waited for the next instructions.Laird, Matthew, and I had opened the online meeting room on my laptop to stay connected with Dave. Meanwhile, Matthew had opened his own laptop with an online gambling page clearly displayed on the screen. The sound of slot machines jingling disturbed our concentration.“Calm down a bit, buddy. I still have to break through one more defense on your favorite website,” Dave mumbled, his fingers tapping on his keyboard in New York.“Come on, I can’t wait to try it.”“Patience, Matthew. Let him work.” Laird warned the man with a firm voice.I could only watch them in silence, hoping that Alan wouldn’t know anything about all this. My mission to steal Al

Fenella’s POVI exhaled repeatedly. Anxiety and unease had enveloped me for days. My mother had said I needed to stay calm and confident. Laird had told me not to be afraid and to face it for the sake of our goal. Their advice seemed so easy for them to give.Was I the only one scared at the thought of facing the ghosts from my past again?Today was January 2nd, and I was finally going to see Amy Schmidt again—correction, Amy Morgan. I had thought my mission was over after obtaining Alan's credit card information, but our investigation was still ongoing.Malcolm Golden and his team had been investigating Alan's bank accounts connected to his platinum credit card. They had not found any concrete connection to Peter Morgan's or Amy's accounts. If they acted rashly, they would only capture Alan without truly apprehending the mastermind. It seemed their gang worked meticulously and received various aids to hide their crimes.So, I was back undercover as Alan’s fiancée. My mission this time

Fenella’s POV“Listen carefully, you bitch.” Amy leaned in closer to me with a fierce glare. Alan’s hand was still blocking us. “One wrong step from you, and if you mess with what isn’t yours, I’ll get my revenge and destroy you.”I met her gaze with determination. This time, I wasn’t going to be afraid or back down. I wouldn’t ignore all her insults. Never again!“Have you ever thought that throughout high school you kept trying to mess with what wasn’t yours? How does it feel now to taste the poison you’ve spat at me all this time?”“Ha! You still remember high school with Laird?” Amy smiled at me. “Isn’t that way out of date? I didn’t expect you to still remember that.”“Yes, Amy. I knew everything about you and Alan conspiring in your little cheap drama.”“And so what? Are you going to get rev