After Nancy stepped out of the car, she walked steadily along the road, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts. She had deliberately concealed her correct address from the man who had given her a ride. She circled around the street twice to ensure she wasn't being followed before heading in the direction of the Shaw family residence. Without warning, a gentle rain began to fall. It swept toward her on a refreshing breeze, kissing her skin with cool, moist droplets, making her instinctively hug her arms to herself. However, the chill remained, and the cold found its way into her bosom. Taking out her phone, Nancy sent a text message to Spencer, asking about his flight so she could pick him up from the airport. He responded five minutes later, refusing to provide details about his arrival time. Instead, he mentioned that he would be busy and would head straight to the office, insisting that she did not need to pick him up. Nancy was hardly surprised by his response. She wondered how ot
Nancy could hardly comprehend Spencer's last two sentences. Her heart felt as though it had been violently wrenched out by some unseen force. Her ears were still ringing with the recent announcement, the news that clawed at her very soul. Teresa was pregnant! Spencer, having been married to Nancy for six months, had treated her like something to be avoided at all costs. Not only had they not shared a bed, but even the slightest intimate gesture had been rebuffed by him. And now, he had gotten another woman pregnant behind Nancy's back? "Spencer, have you forgotten what you promised me when we got married?" Nancy stared into his eyes. He had clearly promised never to get involved with Teresa again after they were married, as long as Nancy left the Lawson family and quit showbiz. She had even sacrificed all her hard-won achievements over five years to pave the way for Teresa's success. The blood and sweat she poured into her work might not be much, but she had given up her family
"Are you certain he's still staying here?" Nancy inquired, her eyes narrowed as she stood before the counter of the Saunders Hotel. "Oh yes, I've heard that Yaacob is a VIP at the Saunders Hotel. Room 8808, you know how hard it is to book. I can't quite figure out this man's background, but I'd bet he's on par with your sleazebag of an ex-husband." "I see. We'll talk again later." "Wait, Ms. Lawson. About the fee for this information..." "You don't get any money for this. I'll pay you if I succeed today!" Nancy snapped and hung up. As she lowered her head to place her phone back in her purse, a few strands of her lustrous chestnut curls cascaded down her fair shoulders, revealing a circular scar above her shoulder blade—a memento of a car accident. She straightened up and pulled out her makeup mirror to touch up her appearance. After tucking her hair behind her ear to hide the scar, she strode across the hotel's lounge area. The click of her eight-centimeter heels attracted
"Of course it's yours!" Nancy insisted, her voice cracking with a mixture of desperation and frustration. Her throat tightened as she looked at Yaacob's unbelieving expression, and she continued, her voice almost a whisper, "You should know that. That night with you... it was my first time, and it's only been you." A trace of a smile, barely there, could be seen appearing on Yaacob's face, but he didn't respond to her words. With a casual flick of his slender fingers, he pulled a cigarette from the box and lit it in front of Nancy, asking, "You don't mind if I smoke, do you?" He didn't wait for an answer before the flame caught the end of the cigarette. Nancy was rendered speechless. She watched him inhale deeply, then exhale a ring of smoke that seemed both suave and provocative. The air around her was gradually infiltrated by the crisp aroma of the cigarette. It was not unpleasant, but it was oppressive, leaving her feeling smothered and ignored. "Mr. Getson, are you even lis
"The pregnancy test results are in your hands, Mr. Getson. It's not as if I could have faked them," Nancy stated, holding her ground. "Who knows?" The man's casual response caused Nancy's eyes to twitch involuntarily. In the next moment, however, she deftly brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, masking her fleeting moment of uncertainty, and met Yaacob's intense gaze with righteous indignation. "Mr. Getson, you're a man of distinction. You can afford globally limited luxury cars and own several publicly traded companies. Surely you wouldn't stoop so low as to make a scene just to escape this small compensation, right? I recall you have a fiancée. She caused quite a commotion here one morning. Your relationship seems rather unstable, doesn't it?" Yaacob's gaze, hidden behind a cloud of smoke, turned darker at Nancy's words. He looked at the woman before him with the same oppressive glare he'd given her earlier in the car. For a split second, Nancy felt as if an invisible han
Nancy's eyes widened for just a moment, taken aback by what she had just heard. "Uhm… That night... You were wearing it at first, but then you forgot…" she stammered, attempting to explain herself. "Oh? When was that?" Yaacob responded with a mocking lilt in his voice as if he were determined to press her until she spilled the truth. Avoiding his gaze, Nancy looked at the fruit platter on the coffee table. "Things were a bit chaotic at that time. If you're asking for the specific timing, then… I don't know what to say!" Nancy refused to meet Yaacob's eyes. One of her hands curled slightly by her side, while the other unconsciously scratched her nose. The truth was, she could not really remember what happened that night. After all, she had been drugged. Her mind was foggy even before she entered the room. Furthermore, the lights were off too. However, one thing she was certain about was that Yaacob was not quite right either. When she was close to Yaacob, she could distinct
Yaacob stated, "I need a wife. She must be intelligent, shrewd, and beautiful." "But don't you already have a fiancée?" Nancy looked at him doubtfully. "If you're better than her, I might choose you instead." Nancy's eyes danced with surprise and curiosity. The man had a complex gaze, an enigmatic maze that she could not decipher. Yet, one thing was clear. He was giving her a chance. She only had one goal in seeking Yaacob. She needed money to handle her legal troubles. As a divorcee for less than a month, she had not considered remarrying. However, the idea of marrying Yaacob, a mysterious figure rumored to have the power to turn the business world upside down, was not without its appeal. If the rumors were true and Yaacob was indeed that enigmatic and powerful figure she expected him to be, could he go up against Spencer? Could he help her reclaim everything that Teresa stole from her? Lately, anger and indignation had been Nancy's constant companions. Now that an opportu
Nancy had never encountered a man like Yaacob before. Even when Spencer, her past love, had rejected her, he had always done so with courtesy and grace. However, Yaacob exuded a fierce and aggressive aura that could instill fear in anyone who came close. He was a storm of malevolence and demand, the very embodiment of predatory danger. At that moment, Nancy felt like prey caught in the claws of a ravenous wolf, ready to be devoured at any moment and immobilized under his overpowering influence. 'Was it really the right decision to approach Yaacob for the money?' Nancy wondered, already tinged with regret. She had only met Yaacob twice. The first time was purely an accident, and the second time brazenly seeking his attention. Nancy felt that luck was never on her side. Instead of winning the lottery, she was more likely to fall into a trap. As she hesitated, wondering whether to push away the increasingly intrusive man pressing down on her, the room's sultry atmosphere was abruptl