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."

It was pointless to keep bringing it up. It meant nothing to her now. But before she could say anything, Eugene smoothly changed the subject, as if reading her thoughts. "I heard there's a rare gemstone being auctioned

hang in the air before continuing. "The stone is actually an amethyst, and while it symbolizes love, the designer twisted its

presence seemed to fill the narrow space between them. Lydia's frown deepened. She didn't want to linger here with

waiting for a reply, she quickly turned and

long after, a man in a suit approached Eugene, bowing respectfully. "Mr. Ford, everything you

the auction starts, someone will

gave a slight nod, though his demeanor had cooled significantly. It seemed that the warmth in

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

paused, as if remembering something. "Is

arranged with

were chasing her. The sound of

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