Laird’s POV


    In the morning, I hurriedly drove Fene to Gene’s office. By the time we arrived, it was exactly nine o’clock.Text ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    “Hi, Laird, Nice to meet you,” Jessy greeted, extending himself towards me.


    Perhaps he intended to kiss both my cheeks, but Fene quickly intervened between us. Her face looked stern, her eyes fixed on him.


    “Good morning, Jessy,” Fene greeted him with a wide smile, though her eyes clearly red at him.


    “Oh, geez, you scare me!” Jessy eximed irritably.


    “Hi, Jessy!” I chuckled.


    “Come on, follow me. n’s waiting in his office. Do you have the documents?” Jessy asked, turning to walk up the stairs.


    “Yes. They’re printed and paid for,” Fene replied.


    “Are you ready to sign them today?” Jessy asked with giggles.


    “Yes, I trust youpletely, Jessy. Don’t disappoint me,” she said, wagging her finger in front of Jessy’s face.


    “No, darling. I’ve always been able to satisfy you in these seven years,” Jessyughed. He nced at me andughed again. “Of course, work-wise, Laird.”


    I could only raise an eyebrow. I didn’t know what Jessy had heard about me, but it seemed he was enjoying teasing me this time with his words. Of course, I didn’t take Jessy’s remarks seriously because he clearly wasn’t mypetition.


    “Ah, my beautiful Fene. Good morning,” n greeted us as we entered his office. This one is quite the devil.


    He hugged Fene briefly without kissing her cheeks as usual. Perhaps he refrained because I stood right beside Fene, my hand on her waist, ring at n.


    “Oh, hi, Laird. Did youe together?” n asked, raising an eyebrow.


    “Yes, we came together from my apartment since early morning,” I emphasized the phrase ‘came together’.


    “Alright then. Coffee, anyone? I have the best coffee machine with the finest civet coffee beans in the lobby,” n offered.


    “No need; I’m in a hurry. Let’s get this done quickly,” I said, sitting down on the sofa with Fene next to me. Jessy and n are on either side.


    “Oh,e on. Don’t be so stiff. You should try it. I even have a super sexy personal assistant who can make delicious coffee,” n said.


    “Okay, if you insist,” Fene said with a casual nod.


    I rolled my eyes at Fene, but she seemed oblivious to my annoyed expression. I couldn’t stand this guy for too long. He was irritating, enjoyed mocking me, and for some reason, I felt he harbored an unresolved grudge against me. Crazy!


    But Fene still allowed herself to be served morning coffee by n. Jessy briefly got up to approach n’s personal assistant, who was sitting outside.


    “I don’t need any. Let’s skip the chit-chat because I really need to be at the office by 10, not a minuteter,” I emphasized.


    “Oh, really? Where’s your office, then? Is it far from here?” n asked me.


    “I said, skip the chit-chat,” I said firmly.


    “Alright, Mr. Punctual. Let’s just sign this so you can leave my sacred temple,” he said, rolling his eyes.


    “Wait a moment, there’s something I need to rify with you,” I said, holding Fene back as she took a pen from Jessy.


    “Funny, you’re the one who said to skip the chit-chat,” he snorted.


    “This isn’t chit-chat. It’s important to straighten out before you sign the contract,” I concluded.


    “Well, alright. What is it you want to straighten out?” n smirked, ncing down at my pants.


    I cursed inwardly. I clenched my jaw to restrain myself. Fene, seeming to sense my difort, immediately intervened. She cleared her throat loudly before speaking.


    “Laird means there are some uses in the contract that seem burdensome to me. So, I hope you can exin them in more detail to us, just to ease our minds,” she said.


    “Oh, sure, darling. Alright, ask away. I promise to answer them well.” n quickly raised both hands.


    “The use about the bundle of projects agreed upon between Fene and Gene. Can’t you make it into separate work units instead of several projects bundled into one package like a fast-foodbo? You said this office is exclusive and prestigious,” I said.


    “Oh, about that. You see, Fene and Mr. Evans, I just needmitment.” n began to sound serious.


    “You know, Fene will be Gene’s main model. So, I need to ensure that Fene won’t back out of various major projects that I’m pushing for her,” he said, leaning his elbows on his knees.


    “Firstly, I want clients to keep theirmitments. Secondly, I want Fene tomit topleting all her work. Thirdly, I want to show that I’mmitted to giving her plenty of work,” n exined, raising his fingers one by one.


    “Not just one or two small short-term projects that are less valuable,” he shrugged, crossing one leg over the other casually.


    “Got it so far?” he asked to make sure.


    “I feel like this contract is designed to trap Fene into heavy work.” I scoffed at him in disbelief.


    “Oh,e on. You’re exaggerating. We want to do business, notmit a crime,” he snapped.


    “Excuse me. Here’s your coffee, Miss Baxter.” A rather attractive man came knocking on the door, bringing coffee for Fene.


    Our discussion paused momentarily as n’s personal assistant ced the coffee on the table in front of Fene. I snorted as I looked at n’s newly recruited personal assistant. A young man appeared very obedient, with a mncholic expression.


    This is the sexy personal assistant he mentioned? Okay, maybe I was exaggerating in reading n’s intentions. Maybe he really is gay, and I don’t need to worry about him and Fene.


    “Thank you, John,” n said to him with a smile. “Please, Fene. You really don’t want to try it, Laird?” n asked me again.


    “No thanks,” I said firmly.


    “Alright,” n shrugged.


    I waited for John to leave and resumed my words.


    “I hope you keep your word, n. If anything happens to Fene, rest assured I will find you, sue you, and put your name on the FBI’s most wanted list.” I threatened him with a stern voice and a fierce gaze.


    “Go ahead, Mr. Evans. I’m not afraid, and I assure you, everything will be fine. There’s Jessy too, who will always apany Fene. Right?” n looked at Fene and Jessy alternately. They both nodded firmly.


    “Trust everything in me. I’m your trusted hero,” Jessy said, puffing out his chest.


    “Yeah! Go Jessy!” Fene cheered, pping her hands.


    “Alright,” I said.


    “Satisfied?” n asked.


    “Yup,” I replied shortly.


    “Can we sign the contract now?” n asked.


    “Go ahead.” I nodded to Fene, who was waiting for my approval.


    “Finally, Fene!” Jessy cheered loudly, linking his fingers with Fene’s.


    “Thank you, Jessy. Thank you, n. Thank you, Laird,” Fene said, hugging each of us briefly.