Nancy got into Yaacob's car, and both of them remained silent for two minutes before she finally broke the silence, "Where are we going?" "Where do you want to go?" Yaacob countered, his eyes locked on the road. "I don't know!" "Then I'll just drive." Two more minutes of silence filled the air before Nancy spoke again. "How did you happen to show up back there?" "I was just passing by," Yaacob replied casually. "You, a man, just happened to be passing by a women's clothing store?" Nancy asked with obvious disbelief. "Is that a problem?" Yaacob glanced at her, the curve of his eyes hinting at a mystery that could be a joke or sincere. Feeling frustrated, Nancy realized she could not get a straight answer from Yaacob. He was an enigma, all smiles on the surface but with many layers of impenetrable defenses lying beneath. She gave up on questioning, turning her gaze out the window in resignation. "That man... Was he your ex-husband?" Yaacob asked suddenly in a gentler
Yaacob said nothing, his eyes lowered, focused on the bubbles in his drink. He seemed prepared to listen. But Nancy suddenly leaned close and asked, "Do you men all think she's better than me?" "He's the one with a bad taste for women. We're not all like him." Yaacob retorted. Hearing Yaacob's reply, Nancy smiled. But her smile gradually turned bitter." Don't you think Teresa has a face that cries out to be cherished? Men like the soft and weak ones, don't they? You even said before that a gentle beauty is better!" Nancy and Teresa were like two extremes. One was vivid and colorful, while the other was bland and tasteless. But both were beautiful in their own ways. Nancy was almost flawless, while Teresa's beauty was more about harmony and gave off a comfortable vibe. Teresa's eyes were not particularly large and had always seemed to be on the verge of tears, endearing her to people. Nancy, on the other hand, looked too fierce. Her distinctive beauty, coupled with a hot figure,
"He asked me for a divorce several times, but I refused," Nancy said, her voice soft but resolute. "I've sacrificed too much for this marriage. How could I possibly agree to that?" She then continued with a wry smile, "And then, Teresa began to relentlessly work behind the scenes, trying to sever the bond between us." She chuckled at the memory. "Spencer never really cared for me, you know. A month ago, I was drugged. She used my husband's phone number to lure me to a hotel." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she went on, "Originally, Teresa arranged an old and ugly man for me, but by some twist of fate, I ended up in the wrong room and found myself in bed with you. Though I escaped her scheme, my situation doesn't seem to have improved much!" With a sigh, she took another swig of brandy. It burned her throat, but suddenly, she did not feel it anymore. Her head was growing heavy. She massaged her temples and looked at Yaacob, finally making her main point, "I've told you everyth
Karter's eyes were gleaming with mischief. "Nancy Lawson. She was a superstar. Maybe you wouldn't know, being abroad all these years, but she's been the sensation of the nation. Her fans are numbered in the millions, breaking records across the globe. The media have crowned her with titles like Goddess of Showbiz, Mistress of Magnificence…" "Get to the point!" Yaacob cut Karter off, his impatience beginning to fray. Karter's eyes narrowed and cleared his throat, ready to delve into the real matter at hand. "What I'm about to tell you is pure insider information. It's not something outsiders can dig up. Nancy's been in love with a man, Spencer from the Shaw Group. They were childhood sweethearts, but out of nowhere, Spencer went blind with lust for her sister." "The affair was exposed, so Nancy and Spencer had a terrible fallout," Karter continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Everyone thought they were finished, but then they shockingly got married in a flash.
Karter turned to Yaacob, clearly confused. "Her? Who's this 'her' you're talking about?" he asked, but a sudden thought struck him like lightning. "Oh, you mean Nancy? Her situation's not looking good at all! Word is, her old agency's suing her, and she's bogged down by a huge debt. She'll be going to jail if she can't cough up the money." Yaacob's dark eyes narrowed. "It's like someone's out to get her. No one dared to help her after she fell out with the influential Shaw family. If she doesn't get through this, her life might as well be over," Karter said. "What about the Lawson family? Aren't they going to take care of her?" Yaacob inquired even though he already knew the answer. Karter's eyes widened with surprise. "Yaacob, I didn't know you were aware of the Lawson Group, considering you've been abroad for so long! The Lawson family is considered wealthy here, I guess. But I'll tell you a secret. Nancy's not related to them by blood. She was taken in by Mr. Lawson, and s
"Isn't that Nancy, the Queen of Showbiz? I never thought I'd see her in a bar of all places!" "She used to be so lofty and pristine," his companion chimed in, glee dancing in his eyes. "What's become of her now? All alone, drinking away her sorrows since being tossed aside by Spencer? Poor little thing." Nancy's head swam, the words reaching her ears in a mix of confused buzzing. The voices were like flies, droning on and making her headache worse. She had no desire to respond. The two men, however, were far from done, their voices growing more enthusiastic with every jab. "Nancy, the great beauty! Heard you're up to your neck in legal trouble lately, begging for money from anyone you can find. Long ago, you wouldn't even dine with me for a million. Look at you now!" One of them peered at the empty bottles on Nancy's table and clicked his tongue. "Tsk, tsk... So many drinks. Can you even afford to pay for all this?" "Mr. Wells, why not be charitable and invite her for dinner?
"Ouch!" Nancy's head struck against the leather seat so hard that she was shaken out of her drunken stupor. She rubbed her eyes and finally realized that she was no longer inside the bar, but sprawled across the backseat of a luxurious MPV. The door was wide open, and the night air buffeted relentlessly against her face, easing the tension from her throbbing head. "What are you doing standing there?" She sat up, glancing at Yaacob. "Are you going to send me home? Can you just get in already? The wind's getting crazy." With that, she reached out to close the door herself. Her fingers barely even brushed the handle when Yaacob grabbed hold of her hand. "So, you're finally sober. Go sit in the front!" His husky voice sent chills down her spine. "Why didn't you put me there in the first place?" Nancy shot him a rather disgruntled look. Despite that, she still slid out of the backseat and got into the front passenger seat. She could not help but feel that Yaacob was not in a g
She was broke and powerless, and would no doubt be picked on by everyone else above her in the food chain. Not to mention that she had turned Mr. Wells down just now despite his clear declaration of love toward her. There was no doubt that he would hold a grudge against her over this, and she would be in a lot of trouble should she show up again. However, at the same time, she was reluctant to admit defeat. She continued clinging onto the seatbelt in silence, mulling her options while secretly cursing at Yaacob. However, Yaacob was not as heartless as he appeared to be. Although she did not say anything, Nancy could tell that he was not taking her back to the bar, and had instead taken a different route. After about twenty minutes, she finally asked him, "Where are you taking me?" Yaacob ignored her. Another round of awkward silence as the two stubbornly refused to speak to each other. Finally, Yaacob stopped the car. She realized they were at the beach when she felt