CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

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?"

chance. If anyone's getting her number, it's me. Look at

"Shut up!"

himself between Lydia and the prying eyes around them. The intensity in his stare made it clear Lydia was off-limits, and a few of the men realized they were outmatched. "Forget it, man," one of them muttered

lingering around Lydia finally faded, and Quincy tightened his grip on her hand. He leaned down and whispered, "Stay close to me. Don't

stares too and understood the situation,

and entertainment.

charity gala was centered around a high-profile auction, though it hadn't started yet. For now, guests were mingling, glasses in hand,

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

a refined man approached Quincy with a smile. "Mr. Quincy, long time no see. You're here for the auction too? And who's this lovely lady with