CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Eugene's lips pressed into a thin line, his dark eyes staring off into nowhere.

Finally, the project leader, his voice hoarse from presenting, paused and looked at him expectantly. "Mr. Ford, what do you think?"

"It's fine," Eugene replied dismissively, rising from his seat without much interest. "Let's go with that."

Without waiting for a reaction from his bewildered employees, Eugene left the room. As soon as he stepped outside, his assistant hurried up to him, looking flustered. "Mr. Ford! There's someone here, demanding to see you."

Eugene paused mid-step. Moments later, he was downstairs, and as expected, he came face to face with Quincy. The tension between them was palpable, even more intense than it had been on the yacht. Both men stood rigid, cold expressions on their faces, as if a fight could break out at any moment.

The receptionist, sensing the hostility, looked on nervously, fearing she might get caught in the middle of whatever was about to unfold.

"Where is Lydia?" Quincy demanded, his voice icy.

to her family's house and checking every possible place. The only logical

eyebrow,

Quincy's anger flared.

Lydia the way you are. And don't

was filled with anger and barely restrained fury while Eugene's was sharp with provocation.

running, thin, but even so, he wasn't the type to cause a scene in public. Stepping closer, he locked

Quincy said, his voice low and

smile on Eugene's

had been peeled away, revealing something much darker underneath. His eyes turned cold and calculating, as though

Quincy from the picture