Eugene made his way to the private room where Lydia was being kept. Just as he was about to open the door, Quincy appeared, his expression cold and tense. "Did you take Lydia?" Quincy demanded, his voice sharp.

Eugene paused, his hand resting on the doorknob, before slowly turning to face him with a slight, almost mocking smile. "What are you talking about? Isn't Lia supposed to be with you?" "Lia?"

"It's a nickname we used to have for her when we were kids," Eugene explained smoothly, his tone calm but laced with an unsettling undertone.

Quincy's eyes narrowed. From the first time he had met Eugene, Quincy had sensed that he wasn't just an ordinary rival.

In their world, few people were truly innocent, but Eugene was different. He was someone whose presence sent chills even through those who thought themselves untouchable.

And someone like that having an obsession with Lydia? Quincy had been on guard from the start, but it seemed this charity event had given Eugene another opening to exploit.

by the collar. "If you really care about her, don't do anything you'll regret. Whatever issue you have, settle it with me like a man.

to stand down. His eyes flashed with a dangerous gleam, and he repeated

go way back, since we were kids. If we're going by who

tension between the two men was palpable, like the stillness before a storm. The sound of waves crashing against the yacht in the distance mirrored the

fist clenched tightly, and in one swift motion, he landed a hard punch on Eugene, sending him stumbling back. Immediately,

but not without returning the blows. Every punch he took,

called out to the private room, hoping against hope that she was

leaving without even trying. The mere possibility of Lydia being trapped in

lay unconscious on the bed, only vaguely aware of the world around her. In her hazy state, she thought she could hear

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