Jessy’s POV


    It was an emergency. Such a mess!


    “1011,” I muttered softly.


    Oh, fortunately, Fene never changed the code to her apartment or her bank ount PIN. If I were evil enough, I would have emptied her bank ount and stolen some of her valuables, even though the girl barely had anything valuable except for expensive fashion items in her closet.


    “Fene!”


    I immediately opened the door and entered Fene’s apartment. As I entered, I immediately heard the sound of a running faucet in the bathroom. I walked further into the apartment and knocked on Fene’s bathroom door.


    “Fene, dear? Are you okay?” I asked loudly.


    The bathroom door opened from the inside. My mouth fell open, and my eyes widened in amazement at what I saw. I held my breath.


    “Oh, my sweet Lord,” my mouth whispered loudly on its own.


    “Uh, Jessy? You know her password too,” asked the blond-haired man in front of me.


    “I do, and I’d enter 24/7 whenever you’re here,” I said to the man, and then calmed myself by biting my index finger.


    My head immediately started spinning. How could it not?


    Out of nowhere, I saw a handsome man with wet blond hair and sparkling green eyes, bare-chested, with only a towel covering his waist to his knees. Did I not mistakenly see fine, curly hairs peeking from beneath the towel around his chiseled abdomen?


    Oh, Lord, your creations are truly beautiful! His shoulder muscles were strong, his chest broad, his stomach tight, and his arms like sculptures of Hercules! How could I not feel dizzy seeing such a sight right in front of me in the morning?!


    “Jessy?” Fene emerged from her bedroom with half-closed eyes. She frowned at her rather minimal outfit: a ck tank top and ck underwear.


    “Oh, well, of course, that little vixen got him first,” I said with both eyes rolling upwards.


    “Don’t tell me you just saw my message this morning. Where were you? Last night was really serious.” Fene snapped as she stomped towards me.


    Laird walked into the bedroom and closed the door. Damn! No chance to peek!


    Fene then approached me and sat down beside me on the sofa, still grumbling as usual.


    “Yeah, right,st night was really serious,” I said sarcastically.


    “Don’t say that! Last night was a true emergency. I panicked because I couldn’t reach you,” Fene grumbled irritably.


    “Forgive me. Mike wouldn’t let me go and kept me busy all night. He said I shouldn’t disturb you and n. He also turned off my phone and got me drunk.”


    “Seriously, I called and texted you right after I read your message this morning. Since your phone was off, I hurried here,” I retorted.


    “But hey, surprise! It turns out you’re okay with Laird.” I sneered irritably, but Fene shook her head.


    “I’m not okay!”


    Then Fene recounted all the events ofst night until she was escorted to the apartment by Laird. The color drained from my face, and my lips went numb. My mouth hung open again after hearing about that extraordinary night.


    “Oh dear, what a mess!” I sighed in frustration.


    I massaged my forehead with both hands. This time I was truly dizzy from having to think so hard early in the morning.


    I immediately contacted Robin, Gene’s former officialwyer, who had contracted with Ms. L. I exined the situation to Robin, but he supported Laird taking over as n’swyer for this trial.


    “Robin said Laird’s actions were correct. That’s the quickest way to get n out of custody and ensure you won’t be bothered anymore.” I sighed in frustration.


    “And on top of that, n hasn’t signed a contract extension with Robin’sw firm because his contract expired when Ms. L sold Gene to n. This means Gene currently doesn’t have awyer to handle legal matters. What a mess!”Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    I groaned, and Fene bit her lip in panic. I pped my own face.


    “I’ll be Gene’s and n’s personalwyer.” Laird suddenly joined our conversation as he emerged from the room.


    “Oh, has n signed a contract with you?” I asked Laird.


    “He has,” he said, handing me a small piece of paper.


    I took the paper and once again could only gape in confusion at its contents. Fene also read the paper in my hands.


    A nk check with n’s signature and his full name already written. The recipient’s line was filled in in n’s handwriting with Laird’s full name.


    “Look on the back,” Laird said.


    So I turned over the check. The memo line was filled with the following words: ‘By this, I appoint Laird Evans as Gene’swyer and my personalwyer.’


    “Can this be considered a valid contract?” Fene asked, puzzled.


    “Yes, a simple one. He wanted to tell me that when I cash this check, I be Gene’s officialwyer and his personalwyer for the uing trial.” Laird slouched beside Fene.


    “He has also signed the preliminary trial filing documents with me as hiswyer. Your impounded car as evidence is still named under Gene’s office, so I also have to arrange for it to be released from the precinct,” he said.


    “Oh my. He’s more messed up than Ms. L,” Imented quietly.


    “Say it to his face. He’ll justugh at you as if he’s a sociopath who doesn’t care about anyone else’s feelings,” Laird saidzily.


    Finally, we came to the same conclusion.


    “We’ll keep quiet about Fene in the hearing and let n take the me,” Laird exined.


    “Only then can he be freed from custody. Then he’ll be scheduled for a first trial, plead guilty, pay fines, andply with whatever the judge decides for him.”


    “After that, can we be free?” Fene asked.


    “Yup,” Laird said firmly.


    “Okay. At least I have to make sure the PR department keeps n’s scandal under control,” I said, starting to look for Gene’s PR contact number.


    “So, I won’t get caught?” Fene asked again with concern on her face.


    “Yes, dear, you’ll be fine. Trust me and Laird,” I said slowly, squeezing the poor girl’s shoulder.


    “There’s just one thing bothering me, Laird. Are you really going to take on Gene Talent Management and n as your official clients?” I asked again to be sure of the man.


    “No other way. For now, I’ll ept them until n’s trial is over, but after that, I’ll resign. You’ll have to find anotherwyer,” he said.


    “Because I’ll also make Fene my personal client,” he added.


    “Your personal client? For what?” Fene asked, pointing at herself.


    “Of course, to protect you if there are any future legal issues arising between you and Gene because of this case,” Laird exined.


    “Can I afford it?” Fene asked me.


    “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a big discount. No need to worry about that,” Laird reassured us with his trademark lopsided smile.


    “Oh, thank goodness. You’ll get more projects as Gene’s main model. So, you really do need a personalwyer, Fene,” I said convincingly to Fene.


    “Okay,” Fene nodded, greeted with a smile from Laird.


    “I’ll have to contact the administrative staff to prepare a proper contract with you, Laird,” I added.


    “Ugh, damn! n hasn’t even hired a personal secretary to handle the documents,” I grumbled irritably at the man behind bars.


    Really, he’s a mess! I have to start being more cautious with n.