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.

"You filthy b*tch! You think you

poured

someone in heels manage to sprint like that? Reaching a corner, Lydia bolted into the main hall, thinking she was safe. But two of the bodyguards caught up, grabbing

and puffed as he finally caught up, glaring at her. "Weren't you running real

glared back at him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you catch your breath first? Otherwise,

red with rage. "Get her out

her away, they were suddenly thrown aside, followed by

"Lydia!"

melted as she spotted the man running toward her. Her eyes reddened with relief. "Didn't I tell you to come find me as soon as you finished with Mr.

swollen ankle, and his eyes turned icy with

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