Lydia quickly muttered an apology and tried to slip past the man.

"Where do you think you're going? You bump into me and think a simple 'sorry' is enough? There's no way it's that easy!" The man grabbed her arm forcefully, pulling her back. With a yelp, Lydia stumbled into the wall.

That seemed to jolt the man's alcohol-fogged brain into some clarity, and when he got a good look at her, his eyes lit up.

"Well, aren't you something," he sneered. "How much for the night? I'll take good care of you."

The man was sporting a beer belly and a sleazy grin. He looked Lydia up and down as if she were one of the many women on the yacht hoping to land a rich guy for the night. But Lydia wasn't one of them. "Get lost! Take a good look at yourself. Do you think I'm someone you can mess with?" Lydia snapped, stomping her heel down on his foot.

The man howled in pain, and Lydia took the chance to gather her dress and run.

filthy b*tch! You think you can get away with that? I'll make sure you regret

door to the private room he had come from swung open, and a group of bodyguards poured out. The hallway suddenly filled

she was moving. How could someone in heels manage to sprint like that? Reaching a corner, Lydia bolted into

huffed and puffed as he finally caught up, glaring at her. "Weren't you running real fast just now? Let's see you run

don't you catch your breath first? Otherwise,

beet red

as the bodyguards were about to drag her away, they were suddenly thrown aside,

"Lydia!"

"Didn't I tell you to come find me as soon as you finished with Mr. William? Where were you?" "I'm sorry... I came too late," Quincy said, pulling her

to her swollen ankle, and

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