"What do you want with me?" Nancy's voice was as frigid as the chill in the air. Her eyes met Spencer's, and all she could see was a replay of the past month. The car accident, the hospital bed, the narrow escape from death, and then the divorce papers. His signature was already there, but he was nowhere to be found. The pressure had come from all sides. The Shaw family's parents had visited the hospital several times, not to see how she was recovering, but to insist that she sign the papers. Their fake concern later turned into outright threats and bribes. Nancy had left the Lawson family, given up her career for Spencer, and played the dutiful housewife for six months. Now, she had no power and no way to fight back. Ultimately, she had signed the papers. But it was not over. Even divorced, they would not leave her alone. The subsequent disputes with the agency were like a relentless pursuit to destroy her. Did Spencer know? Was he aware of what was happening? Was Teresa, no

Nancy took back the declined card and felt a pang of embarrassment. She then offered another card. "I'm sorry, miss, but this card is also rejected," the sales assistant said. "How could that be?" Nancy muttered, taking back the card and looking at her PayPal. Had her customer not sent the money for her to make the purchase? How utterly awkward! The dress was priced over a thousand, and Nancy had less than a hundred in her account. Sure, she could find a way to get the money, but time was not on her side. Especially not with Spencer and Teresa watching, and she could not afford to lose face in front of them. "Do you have another card to pay with? If not, I'll have to give the dress to Ms. Lawson! You should've known better than to pretend," the sales assistant said as she narrowed her eyes at Nancy. She was already displeased at Nancy's attitude toward Teresa earlier, and now, she did not bother to hide her contempt any longer. In high-end and exclusive shops like this, the s

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

"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 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