Winning My Ex-Crush

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 “Isn’t that way out of date?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 revenge on me by seducing Peter?”

“You’d better apologize to me if you don’t want me to take away what’s valuable to you. By the way, it wasn’t me who was seducing Peter, but the other way around.”

One of my hands was on my hips, and a smirk spread across my face. I felt victorious when Amy’s eyes finally widened. She looked at Alan with a menacing glare.

“Ah, so Alan has told you. That’s good then.”

“Don’t blame Alan. You’re the one who should be responsible for everything that happened to us.”

“Responsible?” Amy chuckled dismissively. “How?”

“Apologize.”

My voice grew tense as I demanded an apology from her. My jaw tightened. I waited for Amy to do the right thing, but all I got was a smirk on her face.

Amy then shrugged and sneered. “Sorry.”

My eyes widened as she dismissed me with her fake apology. I closed my mouth and bit my lower lip to keep from tearing into her with a mocking laugh.

I thought she would change into a better woman. I thought I would pity or forgive her when we met again. In reality, Amy’s behavior had only worsened over time! Gosh, I hoped I could forgive her, but it seemed I truly had to complete my mission of revenge and drag her to prison.

“Done. Now, fuck off.” Amy spat her curse at me.

“Amy. She’s going to be your sister-in-law. Show her some respect.”

Alan reprimanded Amy with a cold voice and a glare full of anger. Amy tilted her head to look at Alan closely. Her hand then gently brushed Alan’s cheek. Her gaze roamed over every detail of Alan’s face.

“You’re the one who should be showing me respect. Don’t you remember who brought you to success? Me.”

After she said that, she patted Alan’s cheek lightly, as if she would slap it hard if she hadn’t remembered the etiquette at her own birthday party. Then she walked over to one of the tables and appeared to be arguing with a man whose face looked familiar.

“Is that Chris?” I asked Alan in a low voice.

“Yes.” Alan’s anger still seemed to burn inside him. His expression turned grim, and his jaw remained clenched.

“Wow. Some things never change.” I snorted as I saw them sitting side by side.

“Why? Do you want to take him as part of your revenge as well?”

Alan now observed my face with a piercing look. I recognized that look. Laird had always given me the same intense glare whenever I mentioned Alan in front of him. It was the look of a jealous man.

I realized I needed to be careful now. I had been threatening to take Peter from Amy and had forgotten that I should be focusing on securing my engagement with Alan. It seemed I had been too caught up in momentary revenge.

“Is Chris still available as a powerful weapon for revenge against Amy?”

“Fenella. Don’t be ridiculous.” Alan warned me with a growl.

“Sorry, Alan. I was just so annoyed with Amy. I won’t do anything. Don’t worry.” I adjusted Alan’s jacket collar and patted his broad chest.

“You’d better not mess with my heart. Laird is a big enough problem for me.”

“Yes, Alan. Of course.”

“Hey, guys. Aren’t you drinking?” Jessy approached us with a glass of champagne in his hand.

“Hey, Jessy. Have you been enjoying snacks and champagne all this time?” I asked with a small chuckle.

“Yes. I must admit they threw a rather awesome party. The sweet desserts seemed to be made by a royal chef. And with this delicious champagne, what a perfect combination.” Jessy smiled before sipping his champagne again.

“You still have to drive, Jessy.”

“Yes, yes. I know.” He rolled his eyes.

“Do you want me to get you some snacks and champagne, dear?” Alan’s anger seemed to have subsided, though there was still a hint of tension.

“Yes. Thank you.”

He then walked over to the long buffet table, leaving me alone with Jessy. Instantly, Jessy moved closer to me and whispered quickly.

“Fenella, you won’t believe what I got.” Jessy then showed me a phone from his brown leather pouch.

“What is it?” I asked, frowning.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Amy’s phone.”

My mouth dropped open in disbelief. “You’re not joking.”

“While you were busy getting acquainted, I took it from her table. That man on the table is horny as fuck, and he went away chasing a sexy waitress all the time instead of looking out at Amy’s bag.” Jessy chuckled.

“Jessy, that’s fantastic.” I held back a triumphant cheer. I turned my head towards Amy, but she was walking inside the house with Chris.

“Now give me the phone and the cable. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Hearing him, I quickly opened my small white bag and handed over the FBI-made phone and the short connecting cable to Jessy. We connected the two phones with the cable and then put the phones back into Jessy’s bag as they needed some time to duplicate the data.

“So how will you finish the rest?” The phones belonging to Peter and Alan remained.

“Easy. You just need to distract them so they forget about their phones.”

“Okay. Do you have any ideas how to distract them?”

“We’ll do it one by one. Do you see the way Peter is looking at you? He wants you.”

Jessy glanced at Peter, who was standing not far from us. He was chatting warmly with the guests. As his laughter stopped, Peter looked towards me and stared from afar.

“God, maybe you’re right.” I felt slightly flustered and threw him a small smile. Peter then returned the same smile to me.

“I know I’m right,” he whispered.

“So what should I do?”

“Seduce him. Ask for his phone number. That way, I’ll know where he’s keeping his phone.”