Laird’s POV


    Fene’s face grew even paler. It seemed she understood how dangerous and serious this situation was. We were going to face those devious mobsters and catch them.


    “Can we?”


    An eyebrow of mine lifted when I heard the doubt in her voice. How different her tone was nowpared to when she had spoken earlier with admiration about n, who had endured so much to win her over. Now, her enthusiasm had vanished, reced by a soft, uncertain voice.


    “Why are you so doubtful?”


    “I mean, Peter Morgan, Amy’s husband, is a respected senator in Massachusetts. Amy is a socialite active on the board of social foundations throughout the state. And n,” her voice suddenly faltered when discussing n.


    Fene looked at me nkly. She turned away and sighed deeply. Her hand stroked her smooth, blonde hair.


    “n is a scheming, ambitious sociopath who won’t stop bothering us anytime soon. You can’t let him ruin your life, can you?”


    “Yes, but are you sure we can win against them? You’ve seen for yourself how he can orchestrate so much to cover his tracks. Even veteran prosecutors struggle to catch him alone and have to meddle in trivial DUI cases.” Fene raised both her shoulders as she expressed her doubts at length.


    “Don’t you see how easy he could beat me? My power is so smallpared to his.”


    “That’s why we won’t be acting alone, Fene. You, me, Prosecutor Golden, and the police or FBI will work together to bring him down. We still have a chance.”


    I grabbed Fene’s arm and pulled her to face me fully. We looked at each other, and I stared at her seriously. Still, she only murmured uncertainly and bit her lower lip.


    “I know you’re scared, but if we don’t act now, he will have an easier time covering his tracks.”


    “But Laird, what can I do? I’m not sure I can change the current situation.”


    “No, Fene. You’re wrong. Even without realizing it, you’ve already helped a lot in resolving this case.” I shook my head with a small smile.


    She furrowed her brow. How could she belittle herself so much? Even if she didn’t realize it, she had many talents and qualities that couldn’t be underestimated. From there, the idea had emerged since this case opened that Fene could be key to solving it.


    “You just provided information that confirms n and Peter’s involvement, right? Why do you think you got that information?” I smiled with eager eyes.


    “Hmm, it’s because n told me.” She shrugged. She still didn’t see the advantage she had. How could she say it as if it were a minor thing?


    “So why would n be willing to share such detailed information with you?”


    She murmured and thought of an answer to my question.


    “Because I asked him, and he answered.”


    “Think again. Why would he be willing to answer all your questions?”


    Once again, Fene mumbled for a long time. Her eyes nced around the room. Now, it was as if we were doing a quiz, but I wanted Fene to understand how important she was in getting rid of n and his gang.


    “Alright. I guess…” Her face then flushed with a red hue on both cheeks.


    “I guess it’s because he wants to seek forgiveness from me and gain my sympathy.” Her voice was soft, and she slowly looked down. Seeing her awkward demeanor, I chuckled.


    “Bingo.”


    Hearing that, she immediately looked up and stared at me. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened wide.


    “So how will that help?”


    “I, and Prosecutor Golden, have a n.” I leaned in closer to her.


    “At the moment, he and the FBI are investigating various data rted to n’s business empire to understand how they operate and various financial transactions, but he needs a bit of inside help. The judge won’t order the bank to open data without sufficient evidence.” I paused to let Fene absorb what I said.


    “So…” she whispered, looking still unsure about my direction.


    “So what we can do to facilitate the investigation is provide inside information. Someone trusted by n.”


    “OMG. No. You don’t mean-”


    “I know it’s not ideal, but think about it. Don’t you want to get revenge on them? If you ask me, I’d love to keep them as far away from our lives as possible.” I raised both my hands in the air.


    “Yes, Laird. They have separated us for these seven years with their dirty tricks. And now he’s destroying everything. What I wonder is, he even dares to deal with these criminals just to get my attention.” She rubbed her temples.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    “Exactly. We will never know when he will stop bothering us. I’m fed up with having to keep facing him. As long as he’s still roaming freely around us, he’ll find other ways to keep us apart. I don’t want that.”


    Fene got up from the sofa and began pacing back and forth. Her hands went to her mouth, and she bit her nails this time. There was something she was contemting.


    “Actually, I also believe he won’t just go away. He seems determined to cling to me forever.”


    “Forever?” I asked with a furrowed brow.


    I picked up a ss of eggnog and started drinking the now-cooling liquid. Fene continued pacing in the middle of the room while I drank Sharon’s homemade eggnog.


    “There’s something I haven’t told you, Laird.”


    She now stood still. Her posture was slightly bent, and she seemed scared. Something was making her anxious and restless.


    “Just tell me, Fene. I promise I’ll listen. Didn’t we promise to have openmunication to make this rtionship work?”


    I knew Fene could have a panic attack. It was something I didn’t want to provoke. All the information and discussion about n had already made her mentally unstable. She wouldn’t be able to handle more pressure than what we were currently discussing.


    Therefore, I was calm, ready to listen, and promised myself not to unleash my anger in any form. She didn’t deserve to feel the effects of my bad temper.


    “Promise me you won’t get angry, but I have an idea.”


    “I promise.” I nodded.


    “Erm, wait here.”


    Then she went upstairs. Her steps quickly traversed the staircase with a sound of swift footsteps. She disappeared from my view. I then took the ss of eggnog from the table and drank it slowly.


    Momentster, it didn’t take long for Fene toe back down the stairs. She walked quickly until she stood in front of me. A small red velvet-covered box was clutched tightly in her hand.


    She held the box up in front of her face. Slowly, she edged back down onto the sofa next to me. Then she handed the box to me.


    “This is from n. He said he would wait for me forever.”


    My chest pounded with blood rushing faster through my veins. Somehow I knew what was inside the box. My ears and face felt hot.


    “That son of a bitch.” I growled through clenched jaws.


    “You promised not to get angry, Laird.” She warned me with a long breath.


    I looked at the box in my hand with mounting anger. If I could, I might have destroyed the box just with my gaze.


    He proposed to Fene?


    “Laird,” she called my name softly to bring me back from my anger. I then looked at her again and took a deep breath. I squeezed the box tightly to hold back the rage that might explode if Fene hadn’t warned me.


    “What’s your idea?” I opened the box and immediately saw arge sparkling diamond ring.


    Ha! So pretentious! This is outrageous!


    “I’m going to get engaged to him,” that’s what I heard from Fene’s mouth.