Lydia knew exactly what Quincy was worried about, so she offered him a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine. I'll go and be right back. If you're still chatting with Mr. William and I'm not back, come find me. Does that put your mind at ease?" Only then did Quincy reluctantly let her go.

The yacht was enormous, and Lydia wandered for a bit before finally finding the restroom. The interior was lavish with golden walls and ornate mirrors with intricate designs on the edges. Everything exuded luxury. After washing her hands, she was ready to head back, but as soon as she stepped outside, she froze.

"Lydia, what a coincidence to run into you here."

The man standing in front of her was none other than Eugene.

"What are you doing here?" she blurted, immediately regretting the question. Mrs. Ford was attending the gala, so of course her son would be there too. She mentally chastised herself for asking something so obvious.

Eugene smiled, his eyes dark and intense as he stared at her. The depth in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine. "You're still just like you used to be."

frowned, about to remind him that the past was long behind her. It was pointless to keep bringing it up. It meant nothing to her now. But before she could say anything, Eugene smoothly changed the

actually an amethyst, and while it symbolizes

fill the narrow space between them. Lydia's frown deepened. She didn't

waiting for a reply, she quickly turned and walked

a suit approached Eugene, bowing respectfully. "Mr. Ford,

the auction starts, someone will

significantly. It seemed that the warmth in his expression was reserved only

enough to send chills down his spine. He couldn't help but feel sorry for

and paused,

assistant confirmed with a nod. "We'll be bidding directly. Everything's been arranged with the host, so rest assured,

practically ran down the hallway, as if something monstrous were chasing her. The

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