Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

I 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.

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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 fiancee. My mission this time was to steal the phones of Alan, Amy, and Peter. Could I do it? I didn’t even know Peter at all! Especially Amy, that queen of snakes, would never let her guard down.

Nevertheless, Prosecutor Golden still hoped I could get their phones, even if only for a short while. Then I was to connect each phone to a special phone that had been rigged by FBI via a cable, wait until the duplication process was complete, and then return the phones to them.

Why did it have to be me doing all of this? Shouldn’t the FBI agents be more skilled at undercover work and data retrieval? Isn’t this illegal? I was starting to believe they didn’t want to dirty their hands and preferred to have someone else do the work for them.

“Fenella, calm down, dear.”

Alan’s voice brought me out of my reverie. I turned my head from the side window to his face, which was etched with a friendly smile. He took my hand and squeezed it briefly.

“Yes, Alan. Of course. I don’t know how you managed to live with Amy and Chris for so long,” I said with a long exhale.

I briefly squeezed his hand in return as a form of politeness and then withdrew it.

“I just had to endure for a while to achieve the main goal. In the end, I will reach it,” he said, smiling kindly at me.

I mumbled a response as best as I could. My head turned back to the window. Our car slowed as we entered the upscale residential area of Andover. An enormous house with expansive lawns and huge golden gates lined the street.

The vehicle slowed further before turning into a large driveway. The building in front of me was so vast it could have been called a castle. Even counting the windows, I knew it was a three-story house with wings on either side.

If I hadn’t known where the money came from, I would have been awed by the elegance and luxury of the house. However, knowing its origin made me nauseous. Many others had lost their homes because they couldn’t afford their bank loans, yet these people stole tax money to build their own palaces.

“How do I look?” Alan asked, now fully facing me.

I looked at his suit, which was luxurious as always. A dark blue three-piece suit and a white tie looked perfectly matched. His hair was slicked back with a few short curls deliberately falling on his temples. His black shoes were polished to a shine, showing premium-quality leather. A confident smile adorned his face.

His appearance was so different from Clark, who had gone to the first-year dance with me. No more red bowties. His pale skin had been replaced by a darker tan from regular salon tanning.

“You look hot,” I chuckled, complimenting him.

Alan’s smile widened upon hearing my praise. “You look sexy as hell today as well.” His hand lifted to caress my cheek.

For today, I had dressed as beautifully as possible. My makeup looked flawless with a natural yet luxurious appearance. My face resembled those social media influencers who used beautiful doll filters. My hair was styled to be smooth and straight, falling softly over my chest.

I completed the look with a set of diamond jewelry that Alan had bought for me last week as an engagement gift.

I wore a red gown with a low-cut neckline almost down to my stomach and a high slit up one side of my thigh. Not forgetting a top-quality white faux fur coat for elegance. My outfit was completed with glittering red high heels.

“We’ll be late if we don’t get inside quickly,” Jessy called from the driver’s seat. He looked back at us with a wide smile and turned his body to show his face to Alan. Annoyed by Jessy’s interruption, Alan groaned.

“Oh, I forgot you were coming too.”

“I’m just doing my job as a temporary assistant and personal driver until we get back to New York. Remember?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Alan sighed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Come on, dear, let’s go inside.”

He then exited the car and walked around to open the door for me. I squeezed Jessy’s arm quickly.

“Thank you. Has Laird contacted you?”

“He parked in front of the house,” he replied quickly.

“Good.”

Just as I expressed my relief, Alan opened the car door on my side. I got out of the car with a thankful smile at him. We walked slowly toward the house’s main door, with Jessy following us.

Alan hadn’t regained his driving license, which had been suspended by the court, so we were using Jessy’s car. Initially, Alan had insisted on driving himself so we could go alone. Fortunately, I had reminded him that it would be disastrous if something went wrong and we got caught by the police again.

He had also suggested taking a taxi. But I made sure that I was still confident that Amy’s character, which maintained a good image in front of everyone, hadn’t changed. I convinced Alan that taking a taxi would make Amy scold him. Therefore, Alan reluctantly allowed Jessy to accompany us, even though it was actually part of our plan.

Alan lifted his arm for me to take. So, with my best acting, I smiled and draped my arm over his.

The three of us then entered the house with floors made entirely of white marble. Crystal chandeliers with silver sparkles hung from the ceiling of the second floor down to the first. The lights perfectly adorned the staircase to the second floor.

Alan guided us further inside, then turned to a door on the left. We walked down a hallway that opened up to a large garden. The party decorations featured various combinations of pink and white flowers surrounding the garden area. Tables covered with bright white tablecloths and wooden chairs adorned with pink ribbons were set up.

It was as if we were attending a wedding reception from a reality TV show. The only difference was that this was Amy’s 25th birthday party.

“There she is. That’s Amy.”

Alan pointed to a girl who was standing with her back to us. My eyes widened, and my heart raced as I finally saw Amy again after seven years.