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Waitstaff moved gracefully through the crowd, balancing trays of drinks as they wove between guests.

When Lydia and Quincy stepped aboard the yacht, they immediately drew attention. It wasn't hard to see why. Lydia looked stunning.

She wore a deep blue gown adorned with tiny crystals that sparkled like stars, creating the illusion of a shimmering ocean under the moonlight. Her curled hair added the perfect finishing touch, and as she walked with grace, she looked almost otherworldly, like a mythical sea siren.

The yacht was filled with a wide variety of people. There were new business elites, overseas investors, and those who were simply there to admire the beautiful women attending the event.

Many eyes scanned the female guests, with some men immediately approaching any woman who caught their interest. Lydia, with her striking beauty, quickly became a prime target for attention.

"She's a real knockout," one man whispered to his friend. "Do you think I could get her number?"

number, it's me. Look at yourself. No way

"Shut up!"

off-limits, and a few of the men realized they were outmatched. "Forget it, man,"

grip on her hand.

understood the

event of the charity gala was set to take place inside the yacht, with the outdoor deck reserved for socializing and entertainment. Inside, the yacht spanned three

auction, though it hadn't started yet. For now, guests were mingling,

come to see Mrs. Ford, as the invitation had come from her. As soon as she entered, she began scanning the room, searching for Mrs. Ford's familiar

refined man approached Quincy with a smile. "Mr. Quincy, long time no see.