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

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

Nancy's words struck Yoana like lightning, causing Yoana's face to contort violently in surprise. A month ago, when she had come to catch a cheating partner, something had seemed off. At the time, a mob of reporters had rushed in to cause a commotion, and she had fled the scene without thinking too much about it. But now, as Nancy spoke, a disturbing realization began to dawn on Yoana. Nancy was not the escort girl that she hired that day. 'But if that's not the case, then how did she know what happened?' Yoana wondered, her eyes flickering in alarm. Avoiding eye contact with Nancy, Yoana looked away, confusion and suspicion etched across her face. "I… I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered. Nancy, her voice edged with the triumph of a detective cracking a case, responded, "A month ago, you came with people to catch a cheater, and without asking anything, you slapped me, assuming that I was having an affair with your fiancé, Mr. Getson." She continued, "You repe

"For the money!" Nancy answered directly. After sizing up the disparity in status between herself and the mysterious man before her, Nancy realized that there was nothing to hide from him. She had come to understand that, with this enigmatic man, a straightforward approach was less likely to backfire. After all, she used to be a public figure, and if he were truly interested in her, it would not be hard for him to find information about her. Upon hearing her answer, Yaacob looked her up and down, his expression revealing a trace of disbelief. Nancy noticed his gaze lingering on her limited-edition handbag, and explained, "This is the last designer bag I have left. The others were pawned to pay off debts." "All that's left are the clothes on my back, preserving the last bit of stubborn pride of a washed-up actress," Nancy said wryly. "After my divorce, I lost all sources of income. I was used to the good life, but now poverty hits me every day like a never-ending nightmare. Give

Nancy's eyes sparkled at the sight of the new limited-edition yellow dress that was just released that day. It was a strikingly well-designed piece. She was drawn to it as soon as she stepped into the store. The shop assistant, noticing her interest, promptly fetched the dress for her to try on. "Miss, you should try this on! With your figure, you'll look even more beautiful!" Nancy had only planned to make a quick purchase and leave with her face hidden behind a mask. However, as many women knew, it was never that easy to walk away from an appealing piece of clothing. Besides, she had just waited three hours in line outside for this exclusive item. Trying on the dress, even if she could not afford it, would be a small reward for her patience. Nancy could not resist it, so she took the dress into the fitting room. Her face was still covered by her mask when she emerged from the fitting room. Her slender figure did nothing to hide her beauty. The shop assistant was nearly brea