"What? You're getting married again? Who is it this time?" Yvonne was utterly stunned by this. "Well, it doesn't matter anymore, because the engagement fell through!" Yvonne was more than relieved to hear that. "Honestly, I'm glad it fell through. You've always been hopeless at choosing men, so I think it's best you stay single for a while first." "Yes, thank you, Ma'am. I promise I'll let you weigh in the next time I try to settle down." "It doesn't change anything because you refuse to listen to what I say. When I tried to warn you about Spencer, you didn't listen to me. You were drowning in blind affection, and you even threatened to cut me off because of that!" "Alright, I get it. I admit I was stupid. Let's not talk about this anymore. I feel like I'm being shredded into pieces every time!" Nancy and Yvonne were both upfront and honest people. Although they went six months without talking, they were never the kind to hold grudges, and it was only a matter of time befor

Spencer's car pulled to a halt in front of Lawson Mansion. He got out of the driver's seat, then circled over to the front passenger side to open the car door for Teresa. Nancy, on the other hand, got out of the car herself. She gazed wistfully at the intricate carvings on the familiar metal gate. The image of her storming out of the house with her luggage was replaying over and over in her head. "Let's go inside, Nancy," Spencer said. At the same moment, one of the servants approached them to open the gates. She grinned when she saw Spencer and Teresa, but her smile faltered when her gaze landed on Nancy. "Hello, Mr. Shaw, Ms. Teresa… Uhm… Ms. Nancy?" It had been such a long time since she last saw Nancy that she had forgotten how to greet her. Not only that, but there was a striking foreignness in the way she was greeted compared to Spencer and Teresa. However, Nancy did not seem to notice that at all. She nodded in response to the servant, then followed her into the compound

Nancy froze when she heard this. Yoana, knowing that her words had struck a chord, continued triumphantly, "He was imprisoned for four years abroad. Why else do you think I called off the engagement?" Yoana had never even met Yaacob before this. Her parents were the ones who had set her up with him. In this day and age, the rich no longer needed to marry their children off for wealth anymore, but more so for connections. It was precisely because of this that they had to pay more attention to the men they were marrying their daughters off to. Yaacob was not from Athenapolis, but rumors had it that his mother, who hailed from somewhere down south, was the heiress to a substantial family fortune. Since the Yack family had been considering expanding their business down south, they had set up this marriage with Yaacob's grandmother. The only reason that Yaacob and Yoana had never met was because the Getson family claimed he was serving in the military overseas and would only ret

In the end, Nancy had no choice but to follow Suzanne to her lunch meeting. After putting on the dress Suzanne had prepared for her, she would constantly tug the hem of her skirt down every few seconds. How could her own mother prepare such a skimpy dress for her to wear to a blind date? If anything, it seemed more like she was trying to showcase her daughter as a product! While they were on their way, Nancy asked her mother, "Didn't you say that Grandpa is feeling better now?" "Well, he is doing better, but we still need to watch ourselves around him lest we accidentally set him off." With that, Suzanne could not help but remind Nancy again, "He still has no idea you and Spencer divorced, and if you really want the best for him, you should find a good man to settle down with so as not to worry him. Don't forget that you were the reason he even got a stroke in the first place." Nancy clenched her hands into fists. Her grandfather was her only weakness! He was the kindes

"Let me be frank with you. Your mother brought you here so you can sleep with me. Did you honestly think this was a blind date? The entire Athenapolis knows you're just an abandoned toy, and I just want to have my turn at you. There's a project that requires my signature to seal the deal, so you'd better do what's right for your family!" Nancy's head was buzzing. Mr. Gordon had slapped her so hard that her ears were ringing, yet at the same time, his words were as clear as day. She knew for a long time that her mother did not like her. Although her grandfather had adopted her and requested everyone in the family to treat her the same as they did Teresa, she knew that Suzanne never warmed up to her presence. How could you possibly compare a stranger's daughter to your own? In the past, when her grandfather was still in charge, neither of them dared to show their true colors, but now… Nancy never once thought that her parents would one day sell her out just for a company projec