Nancy tried to use two napkins to clean the wine stain on her dress but failed. She crumpled the napkins in frustration and was about to toss them into the nearest trash can when she suddenly changed trajectory and hurled them toward Serena instead. Serena instinctively stepped backward in fear, but after realizing it was just a wad of balled-up napkins, she straightened up and glared at Nancy. "What are you doing? I heard you're known for your hot temper, but this is Madam Getson's birthday party. You'd better behave yourself!" At that moment, Spencer had reached Nancy's side. He whispered under his breath, "Take no notice of her, Nancy. Why don't I bring you out to get another dress?" It was clear from his reaction that he did not want to be humiliated in front of the Getson family as well. He did not even try to defend her when Serena insulted her just now, but was now asking her to back off? It was only because he did not want to lose face in front of the continent's rich
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
"Damn it, Nancy. I spent nights scouring pages just to get you this information, and now you're telling me you already know?" Todd complained. Nancy rubbed her temples in frustration. "I just found out a few minutes ago that Yaacob is Damon Getson's son." "What the fuck? Damon Getson has an illegitimate son? This is going to make headlines!" "You didn't know this at all, Todd? I find that surprising, considering you're always the first to hear things like this." "I had no idea, but I heard that Damon Getson had an affair with an escort about twenty years ago. Hey, Nancy, does that mean that escort is Yaacob's mother?" "Wait a minute. I need some time to process all this. Don't jump to conclusions just yet." "I know, I know, I'm just guessing. Since Yaacob is your husband now, I won't do anything that'll hurt his reputation, but I can help you investigate this!" "Am I even allowed to investigate his family like this?" Nancy wondered aloud. All of a sudden, the bathroom d
"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 was so engrossed in her thoughts that once again, she lost her footing and almost fell. Thankfully, Yaacob managed to catch her just in time. "What's wrong?" he asked, staring at her. "I… I couldn't keep my balance." Yaacob glanced at her shoe. Then, he kneeled down and began inspecting her ankle. Nancy froze. She did not expect him to get on his knees just to check her feet in front of all these people. She tried to pull him to stand again, but he grabbed hold of her calf and lifted her feet up, then took off her heels. "What… What are you doing?" "You sprained your ankle. Don't even bother wearing heels anymore. It's not like you need them!" Clutching her heels, he then bent down to pick her up in his arms. That was his second time carrying her like this, aside from the first night they spent together as a married couple. This time, however, things felt entirely different from the last. Nancy remembered feeling both nervous and excited at the prospect of mak
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
Nancy had intended to keep things under wraps and pretend she never found that packet of condoms, but now, she realized that it was impossible for her to ignore all this. She was too disgusted by this. "I need to go out for some fresh air!" Nancy tossed her books onto the desk and stormed out of the room. Yaacob glanced at her retreating figure, then at Xander. "What did you do?" "Nothing. I wouldn't dare touch her again, not after what you did to me," Xander said as he took a napkin to wipe the lipstick stain from his neck. "You missed a spot, Mr. Jenkins. Here, let me help you." Lisa approached him, but Yaacob stopped her, "Lisa, go check on Nancy and see if she needs anything. Order her something if she's hungry." "Okay, Mr. Getson." Lisa begrudgingly tore herself away from Xander and stepped out of the room. As soon as she left, Yaacob turned to Xander. "Don't do this in my office. It ruins the atmosphere." "Are you seriously trying to ruin my vibes, Yaacob?" Xander p
By the time Yaacob and Xander finally arrived, the two women were still entangled. Of course, Anna had the upper hand. Lisa's entire face lit up when she saw them. She mustered all the strength she had in her to shove Anna aside, then stood up and sprinted right toward Xander. "Save me, Mr. Jenkins!" Anna, who was sprawled on the ground, was even more outraged to see Lisa running right into Xander's arms. "You bitch! Let go of him!" "Help me, Mr. Jenkins. Your wife is a psycho! She's trying to kill me! My whole body hurts!" Lisa shrieked. Her face was covered in dust, her hair was matted, and her shirt was untucked. She, however, was unaware of this and thought she still looked attractive to Xander. Just as she was about to plaster her dirty face against his chest, Xander reached out and tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Tsk tsk. What a sight you are!" He turned to glance at Anna. "Enough." The sight of him sticking up for another woman infuriated Anna. "Xa