"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

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

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

"I have some connections with the head of the museum that displays Mr. Lucas' works and the designer himself. After finding out that I was going to let my wife meet my family for the first time, he specially loaned this dress to me so my wife could wear it. Do you somehow think that the wife of Yaacob Getson cannot even afford to wear a legitimate designer dress?" Yaacob emphasized the word 'family' so that it sounded more serious. In a way, he was trying to make this sound like Serena had crossed the entire Getson family with her wrongdoing rather than Nancy alone. Since Damon had already revealed to the public that Yaacob was his son, to look down on Yaacob meant to look down on the richest man! Serena was horrified by this. "It wasn't me! It was Vivian who said that!" With that, she turned back to search the crowd and finally found the girl in glasses who she claimed to be a designer. "Vivian, tell them what you said to me. didn't you say that Mr. Lucas made only one of thes

Nancy finished getting ready at lightning speed, picked out a presentable outfit, and finally strode out the bedroom door. By the time she went downstairs, however, she was dismayed. Damon had already left. "Hey… where's your father?" Nancy asked Yaacob. "He left." "Already?" Nancy scratched her head in puzzlement, then asked, hoping Yaacob's answer would be the one she wanted to hear. "Did he see me just now?" "Of course he did," Yaacob replied in all honesty. "He even warned me not to tire you out in the future." How humiliating! "Why didn't you tell me your father was coming? I didn't know, and if I had known, I would've put in some effort to look presentable. How embarrassing," Nancy blamed him. "How was I supposed to tell you when you're knocked out?" "You could've woken me!" "Are you sure you wouldn't have beat me up for waking you before noon?" Nancy could not come up with a comeback for this. He was right. She was a heavy sleeper with a temper, and definit