Chapter 155 What Did I Do?

Probably because she had not caused trouble at the bar just now, Nancy was starting to go slightly manic now as the alcohol got to her head.

She pulled her luggage bag out of the closet and prepared to pack her things and leave.

She packed with practiced movements and pulled up the handle before looking at Yaacob. "I'll give you one last chance. If you don't make me pasta, I will leave."

Yaacob's lips curled up coldly, and he said nothing.

Had Nancy been sober, she might have been scared looking at his expression because it was a sign that he was about to get angry.

However, Nancy was spurred on by drunken courage. Since her threat had failed, she pulled her luggage behind her and tried to leave.

Yet, for some reason, as she walked past Yaacob, her bag felt a thousand times heavier. No matter how hard she pulled, she could not move it.

She turned around to see the man's foot right on it.

"Let go! Are you not going to?!"

Nancy glared at Yaacob. When he did not move, she knelt t