Chapter 3 Isn't Miss Nancy Dead

As Nancy walked out of the room, someone immediately ran up to her. It was Amanda. When she spotted her, she immediately hugged Nancy. "Shit! Are you all right?"

Nancy's face was pale and colorless. She shook her head, trembling. "I'm fine. Just remind Mr. Austin to pay attention. I feel like something's bad going to happen to Sharon."

Amanda nodded in agreement. "Don't worry. I've already informed him. How about you? What the hell did they do to you?" Tears ran down her face, overwhelmed at the sight of Nancy.

She forced a smile into her pale lips. "Don't worry, Amanda. I'm fine, see?"

"How can you say everything's fine? Can't you even see yourself?" she snapped, not even bothering to listen to Nancy's comforts.

Nancy smiled, but when she was about to say something, she was quickly interrupted by a male voice --- "Miss Nancy". She didn't even bother to look back, fully knowing that he was the bodyguard called Jacob.

She clenched her fists, stunned.

Nancy's eyes were as bright as crystals as they blurred with tears. "Take me back to the lounge first, Amanda, please." She staggered over to Amanda, as if her strength had been drained within seconds.

It took them a while for Amanda to take Nancy back to the lounge. Not far away from them, Jacob stared curiously at Nancy's retreating figure. 'Isn't she supposed to be dead?'

The box's door was closed yet again, and Sharon was already approaching the sofa where they sat on. With her mask and slender figure, she created a very tempting and ambiguous atmosphere.

Every move and every step she made captured all the men in the room. She raised her soft hand, showing her thinly shaped fingers. Sharon quickly poured a few glasses of wine, noticing how William was staring at her intently. She raised a glass to him. "Mr. William, why don't we toast to you?" William clinked his glass with hers with a smile.

'As long as she could drink with me, I could die here and now,' he thought.

"It's a great honor to drink with you, Mr. William." Her smile was soft.

William and Wade were ecstatic to have her here. They had drunk several glasses, and Sharon entertained them with flirtatious winks and haughty movements. However, just when Wade reached out to grab her waist, she avoided him. "I'm only here to drink with you, Mr. Wade," she warned.

"I'll make a toast to you once more then!" Wade lowered his arm disappointedly.

Sharon wasn't shy at all. Instead, she downed one more glass of wine in one gulp, pouring herself another. However, her eyes fell on the man in the corner. "Mr. William, I remember that Nancy offended your guest. May I offer a toast to him and apologize for her?"

She had been working around the entertainment for years, so she knew that the man was the decision maker in this room. If it wasn't for him, Nancy wouldn't have been beaten like that. He must've been behind this.

'If that's true, I will settle all these grudges, one by one,' she thought.

William fell silent, glancing at the man hesitantly. While they were all drinking happily, he neither joined them or said anything. With an indifferent face, he just tilted his head.

"I don't drink. Help yourself." His eyes shone with an unknown emotion.

Sharon was surprised. Being in the Sexy Club for such a long time, it had been the first time she had been refused like this. She smiled lightly. "That's a shame. Would you like me to get you some water?"

she asked casually.

The man raised his head and the dim light fell on his face. Although his figure was kept hidden in the dark, his obsidian eyes could be seen glinting in the shadows. "Don't bother."

This was the second time she'd been rejected! All by the same man!

When Nancy walked out of the Sexy Club, she took a taxi and left. Amanda wanted to follow her, but she refused. Once the car left and retreated to the other end of the street, Nancy quickly asked the driver to stop the car.

Nancy headed over to the alleyway, dressing in all black. Now, her face wasn't as innocent as before.

When she returned to the Sexy Club, the place was still very lively. Men and women grinded against each other, feeling different emotions rushing through them. She hid the coldness in her eyes, walking through the crowd.

No one seemed to recognize her.

On the second floor, a girl in a rabbit costume had been quietly watching the scene unfolding in the private room. However, because of the door being closed, she couldn't see the men inside. Her lips inched into a cold smile.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her shoulder. The woman jumped back in surprise before calming down when she realized who it was. "Nancy."

"You're playing with fire and you're burning yourself," Nancy said helplessly.

The young girl tilted her head to the side, as her bright eyes brightened. "I'm simply avenging you." If she could kill the man inside, then Nancy wouldn't be so miserable!

Nancy's eyes flashed. "This is my business, Queenie. Stay out of it."

"I can't watch you suffer like this!" she gritted her teeth. Although she was young, Queenie was agile and quiet. When she heard the news about the man coming here, she lurked here in the dark, waiting to hit her mark.

Suffer? For so many years, no one ever believed that Nancy had suffered her fair share of losses. "I'll remember your kindness, but I won't let you fight this." Just now, Nancy got the news that Queenie snuck into the Sexy Club to assassinate the man tonight. She was lucky to get here in time, or else the consequences would be unthinkable.

Even if Queenie succeeded, there was little chance that she'd come out of there alive.

Nancy knew just who the man was and what he was capable of.

"Why? He hurt you! Why not let me kill him?" Queenie snarled out.

"Look, whatever happened is in the past. It's long gone, and it wasn't his fault!" Nancy protested helplessly. As to what really happened that year, Nancy couldn't really say who was in the right and who was in the wrong, but whoever it was, her main priority now was keeping Queenie away from the man!