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.

really care about her, don't do anything you'll regret. Whatever issue you

dangerous gleam, and he repeated Quincy's words with a chilling

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

dropped the facade completely. The 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 silent clash of wills unfolding between

hard punch on Eugene, sending him stumbling back. Immediately, the bodyguards rushed

the blows. Every punch he

yelled, his voice hoarse as he called out to the private room, hoping against hope that she was

He couldn't bear the thought of leaving without even trying. The mere possibility of Lydia being trapped in that

room, Lydia lay unconscious on the bed, only vaguely aware of the world around her. In her hazy state, she

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