Chapter 132 Does It Hurt?

Nancy drank one glass of whisky after another on Yaacob's behalf, and this earned her the respect of the other guests.

"This girl sure can hold her alcohol!" said one of them.

The door opened again after Yaacob and Nancy took their seats.

When Nancy first came in, she immediately noticed there was one more empty seat on the table. Meaning to say the big shot Yaacob wanted her to meet had not arrived yet.

After the door opened, two bodyguards dressed in black suits came in, scanned the room, and stepped back out again.

Only then did the big shot come in.

He was a man who looked to be around his early fifties years old, but he was not balding or fat like the other middle-aged men in the room. Even though his hair was turning white in some places, it only served to make him accentuate his majestic and distinguished aura; if his chiseled and lined face could tell stories, it would have told of all the bold and daring feats he had pulled off in his youth.

'I'll be happy if Yaacob cou