Chapter 187. Gala Dinner Night

Fenella’s POV

“You're good?” Laird asked me.

“Uh huh,” I replied with a quick nod. 

I adjusted the receiver in my ear once again. The receiver was silver with crystals on the outside. Designed to deceive others, it resembled a full earring that was fitted around the entire edge of the ear. 

The earring was paired with a matching pendulum choker necklace because they were a set of receivers and voice recorders. Laird was also wearing the same receiver, but his model was rigid and plain black.

“Test.” A woman's voice sounded faintly in my ear.

“Yes, I heard,” I answered. “Can you hear me?” I asked in reply.

“Yes, I heard.” The woman at the other end of the receiver replied.

“Can you hear it clearly?” Laird asked again to confirm.

“Yes. I’m ready.” I answered with a long sigh.

“Do you remember the safe word?” Laird asked.

“Whitehill Academy.”

“Ok.” Laird then sighed in relief again. His face was tense, wi