"Who knows what Yaacob is thinking? Maybe she's of no value to him at all, and maybe he just likes her," Xander retorted. "Impossible!" Lucy would rather think that the only reason Yaacob married Nancy was for her valuable role in his master plan than believe he liked her for who she was. She reiterated, "There's no way Yaacob would fall for someone he had just met. After all… we all know why he was arrested four years ago. He would never make the same mistake twice!" "Don't even bother trying to figure out what Yaacob is thinking, Lucy," Xander advised her. "I don't think he and Nancy are right for each other, but neither are you and him!" "Xander…" "That's enough! Also, this is the last time I'm tolerating you using Anna for your selfish gain! Stop trying to trip Nancy up in front of Yaacob. He's smarter than you think!" A sheepish look crossed Lucy's face when Xander said this. Before she could even deny her involvement in Anna's appearance, however, Xander turned and head
Nancy could not help feeling insulted by this. "Hey, what do you think I am? Some kind of prostitute?""Hey, my money doesn't grow on trees. There's no such thing as a free lunch," he said matter-of-factly.Nancy was a little offended by this. She felt like she was just there to satisfy him physically, yet at the same time, he spoke to her in such a solemn tone that it made her feel like he was dishing out philosophical advice. Perhaps it would be more convincing if he were not stark naked."Well, you can insult me, but not my integrity!" Nancy said defiantly. "I don't want your money. Do you think I can't make my own?""Okay then!" he replied, smiling, and put the card back into his wallet."Hey, wait!" Nancy stopped him. "Can you loan me some money first?"After having lived in poverty for over a month, Nancy had basically gotten a clear idea of the entire Athenapolis market. Even if she made her own money, she would only be able to afford a luxurious piece of clothing after
Yaacob's tone sent chills down Nancy's spine. She instinctively inched backward and shook her head. "No… No!""Then why are you getting away from me?""I… I'm not!""Really?""Y-Yes!" Nancy cleared her throat and feigned calmness.The next moment, Yaacob turned around and fished out a knife from the nightstand drawer."Hey, what are you doing?" Nancy was stunned by this. She retreated until her body was on the edge of the bed, but Yaacob advanced toward her.The blade brushed against her thigh, but the next moment, Yaacob spun it toward him as he reached out to grab an apple from her side of the nightstand. "Apple?"Nancy's heart finally calmed down when she saw him pick up a bright red, juicy-looking apple from the fruit bowl. "No thanks. I don't have an appetite."Yaacob paused, then handed her the knife instead. "Well, put this on your nightstand. There's an old wives tale that says you'll stop having nightmares if you keep a knife by your head!""Um… I don't need that, ei
"Nancy, have you heard of someone named Randall Smith?" "No, I've never heard of him before." Nancy shook her head. "Who is he?" "He's the head of a very elite underground organization abroad. In a way, he's been tiptoeing on the edge of legality. This man is extremely powerful and has very strong connections all over the world, but all he does is dirty work." "Hey, weren't you going to tell me about Yaacob?" Nancy interjected. "Why are you telling me this?" "I'm getting to it. My point is, Yaacob is close to Randall Smith, and the two of them even proclaim to be best friends. Some of my friends have seen Yaacob frequenting the casinos in Las Vegas that belong to Randall Smith. Combined with the fact that he somehow managed to acquire an immense amount of funds soon after returning to Athenapolis, I'm sure you can understand what I'm getting at." Nancy's heart lurched when she heard this. "Hey, speaking of this, there's something I want to ask you. Do you know if the properti
"Hey!" Nancy was utterly stunned by this turn of events. "What are you doing?" Yaacob did not reply and instead, grabbed her arm and tossed her right into his car. His expression was so dark that Nancy did not even dare to continue fighting back. She watched in silence as he sped toward Amethyst Coast, his expression the coldest she had ever seen. A storm was coming. She could feel it. The moment they got home, Yaacob dragged her into the study and locked the door. "What… What are you doing?" Nancy asked, staring at him in horror. "I'm giving you one chance to explain why you were seeing him behind my back," Yaacob said coldly. He sat down in his leather chair, placing his legs up on the tabletop, staring at her like the grim reaper. Nancy wrung her hands in terror. She knew that she had to pick her words very carefully. Her life was at stake here. "Would you believe me if I said it was just a coincidence?" "Do I look like an idiot to you?" he glared at her. "Alri
Spencer was wearing a white tuxedo that suited him perfectly. His chiseled features looked extra handsome in the limelight. It was as though he had stepped right out of a fairytale. Next to him, Teresa was wearing that same shimmering dress with the fishtail hem. The gemstone pattern was inspired by waves, and it glittered underneath the spotlight like waves crashing on the beachfront. Not only that, but Spencer's tie had been specially picked out to match the gemstones on Teresa's dress. It was clear they had planned that on purpose. It would no doubt be a stunning sight if it were not for Nancy standing right next to them in horror. Teresa snaked her arm around Spencer's and was about to walk into the hotel when she also caught sight of Nancy. "Hi, Nancy…" Her gaze landed on Nancy's dress, and her entire body stiffened. They were wearing the exact same dress! This was probably the most awkward situation they had ever been in. It was one thing to accidentally wear the sa
Nancy tried to use two napkins to clean the wine stain on her dress but failed. She crumpled the napkins in frustration and was about to toss them into the nearest trash can when she suddenly changed trajectory and hurled them toward Serena instead. Serena instinctively stepped backward in fear, but after realizing it was just a wad of balled-up napkins, she straightened up and glared at Nancy. "What are you doing? I heard you're known for your hot temper, but this is Madam Getson's birthday party. You'd better behave yourself!" At that moment, Spencer had reached Nancy's side. He whispered under his breath, "Take no notice of her, Nancy. Why don't I bring you out to get another dress?" It was clear from his reaction that he did not want to be humiliated in front of the Getson family as well. He did not even try to defend her when Serena insulted her just now, but was now asking her to back off? It was only because he did not want to lose face in front of the continent's rich
Yaacob paused as though trying to understand what she was trying to say. After a moment, he connected the dots. "Are you talking about those boxers in my drawer?" "Yes. It's like you're collecting the colors of the rainbow. Is it some kind of secret mission I don't know about?" Nancy chuckled at the thought of this. "I didn't think someone like you would like wearing colorful underwear." "Those aren't mine! My grandmother came over to help me tidy the house before I returned, and she had bought me most of my clothes. You should know, old grandmothers like colorful things." Yaacob glanced at Nancy and could not help reiterating, "Didn't you notice I kept them all in the guest room? That's because they're all brand new. I've never even worn them." It was no wonder she kept snickering at him lately. Had she been making fun of his underwear collection all along? Yaacob felt a strong duty to emphasize his masculinity. "Why the hell would I wear boxers like that?" Nancy, however, w