Chapter 166. A Plan

Fenella'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 now compared to when she had spoken earlier with admiration about Alan, who had endured so much to win her over. Now, her enthusiasm had vanished, replaced 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 Alan," her voice suddenly faltered when discussing Alan.

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

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