Todos os capítulos de Winning My Ex-Crush: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Fenella’s POVThe conversation from three days ago still echoed in my mind. It seemed that Jessy and I still had a chance to save our company colleagues from losing their jobs. With the remaining money in my account that I had set aside to pay back Gene, we could potentially start a new talent agency. The problem was, did I have the courage to do it? Not to mention the various business risks we needed to consider and the task of pulling in connections from the fashion world to trust our agency. And who would be the director to manage the daily operations of the company? Laird was already overwhelmed with his own game developer business. Jessy lacked confidence to be a director. Meanwhile, I was just a silly girl who could only rely on physical beauty, according to the comments on my social media lately. Of course, I didn’t want to be what they labeled me. Besides, my mother said I could be smart if I put in the effort like I did when I started high school. Laird also said I should

Laird’s POV“Listen, the shell companies belonged to Peter. He had borrowed the names of Alan, Mallory, and other people as the owners of the companies. In exchange for borrowing their names and providing a seemingly legal place to store money, they received some fees.” Mr. Golden started to explain the matter.“The results from tracing the transactions showed that the shell companies, disguised as investment firms, bought shares to inflate the stock value in the companies. For example, Alan's company had received a large amount of capital from one of the shell companies.”“Then Alan's company would record sales as if they were skyrocketing. After a few months of being held in Alan's company’s account, the shell company was dissolved and liquidated. With this dissolution, Alan's company had to return a certain amount of investment plus the promised dividends.”“Next, they would open a new shell company and carry out the same operational business with another company, for instance, Mal

Fenella’s POV“Legit business empire?” I asked, pulling my face back slightly from Laird.“Yes. Me with Rackers Bite and you with New Gene. I was sure we would both succeed in our own ways.”“Yeah. That sounded like a really nice dream,” I said before kissing his lips.“We would make it a reality,” Laird whispered between our kisses.“Uh huh.”“You wouldn’t need to beg for jobs from your agency anymore. You would choose all your own projects and have your own brand.”“Wow, okay. It sounded too good to be true.” I chuckled softly.“It would be true. I promise.” Laird kissed my lips firmly.Now I felt more confident that my decision was right. I was sure I could accomplish our mission, and after that, we could dance together in the ideal world we had always dreamed of. I would continue with my career as a model, while Laird pursued his career as the CEO of a game developer company.One kiss led to another. A new spark ignited within us. I felt energized to achieve all our new goals. Of

Fenella’s POVPerhaps because I was wearing black pump shoes that were pointy high, everyone looked small in my eyes. They watched me with their heads slightly upturned. But somehow I knew it was all just my imagination brought on by my soaring confidence.I felt great!Some people we knew, like Jemima Hors, Oscar de Ragetti, and other celebrities, immediately surrounded Alan and me. They immediately praised us, especially my appearance, which was considered elegant and luxurious for a gala dinner.“Oh, Fenella, I'm so happy to see you again, darling.” Oscar gave me a quick peck on both cheeks.“Yeah, I was afraid I'd never see you again after that commercial,” Jemima said with a chuckle.“Why? Do you think I'm going to kill myself like the people on my social media asked me to?” I chuckled, though my tone of voice was quite sharp as a sarcasm to those who left me alone when I was down.“Oh, of course not, dear. I'm glad you ignored those horrible haters. Besides, scandals pass like t

Fenella’s POV“Alan!”I called him back to seek confirmation of where he was taking me. The man kept silent and put his arm around me. He ran, and I was half dragged by his long strides.“Ourgh!”I fell into a tumble as my feet were no longer able to balance on my high-heeled pumps in the midst of a quick escape. Pain instantly pierced my ankle. I winced, and Alan immediately stopped.“Damn!”“Are you alright? Come on, Fenella. We need to go now. Can you stand up?” Alan helped me back to my feet. I put my hand on his arm and stood up. It was just that the pain was so intense that my ankle was now swollen and red.“I sprained my ankle.” I winced with tears gathering in my eyes.“It's okay, Fenella. Get on my back. We need to get out of here quickly before Amy snitches on Peter.” Alan crouched down so I could climb onto his back.“I can't, Alan. You go on your own. Just leave me alone. I'll be fine.” My breath caught as I shook my head.“No! We'll go together. We'll go as far away fro