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Lydia knew exactly what Quincy was worried about, so she offered him a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine. I'll go and be right back. If you're still chatting with Mr. William and I'm not back, come find me. Does that put your mind at ease?" Only then did Quincy reluctantly let her go.

The yacht was enormous, and Lydia wandered for a bit before finally finding the restroom. The interior was lavish with golden walls and ornate mirrors with intricate designs on the edges. Everything exuded luxury. After washing her hands, she was ready to head back, but as soon as she stepped outside, she froze.

"Lydia, what a coincidence to run into you here."

The man standing in front of her was none other than Eugene.

"What are you doing here?" she blurted, immediately regretting the question. Mrs. Ford was attending the gala, so of course her son would be there too. She mentally chastised herself for asking something so obvious.

Eugene smiled, his eyes dark and intense as he stared at her. The depth in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine. "You're still just like you used to be."

Lydia frowned, about to remind him that the past was long behind her. It was pointless to keep bringing it up. It meant nothing to her now. But before she could say anything, Eugene smoothly changed the subject, as if reading her thoughts. "I heard there's a rare gemstone being auctioned tonight. It's a piece carved by a famous foreign designer and has been named *Devil's Love*."

He paused, letting the name hang in the air before continuing. "The stone is actually an amethyst, and while it symbolizes love, the designer twisted its meaning into something darker."

The lighting in the hallway cast shadows across Eugene's sharp features, making him look almost surreal. But there was something dizzying about the way he spoke, the way his presence seemed to fill the narrow space between them. Lydia's frown deepened. She didn't want to linger here with him any longer. "I'm not interested in the gemstone, but thanks for telling me. I'll be going now."

Without waiting for a reply, she quickly turned and walked away.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Not long after, a man in a suit approached Eugene, bowing respectfully. "Mr. Ford, everything you instructed has been arranged.

"When the auction starts, someone will approach Miss Lydia."

Eugene gave a slight nod, though his demeanor had cooled significantly. It seemed that the warmth in his expression was reserved only for Lydia.

The assistant avoided making eye

contact with him. Just being in

Eugene's presence was enough to send chills down his spine. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Lydia, who had unknowingly become the object of Eugene's obsession.

Eugene adjusted the cuffs of his suit and paused, as if remembering something. "Is the auction ready?"

"Yes," the assistant confirmed with a nod. "We'll be bidding directly. Everything's been arranged with the host, so rest assured, we'll secure the gemstone." Eugene said nothing more.

Meanwhile, Lydia practically ran down the hallway, as if something monstrous were chasing her. The sound of her high heels clicking against the floor was almost frantic.

She couldn't shake the feeling of

unease that Eugene's presence had stirred in her. His gaze had been dark, possessive, almost like he

wanted to consume her whole. The memory of it made her shiver

"Why does he keep hanging onto the past?" she wondered, frustrated. "It's over. Who clings to childhood memories like that?"

In her rush, Lydia accidentally bumped into someone. The man had just stepped out of one of the private rooms.

This area of the yacht was more

secluded, with only a few people passing through the hall. It didn't take much to guess what was happening behind closed doors Couples walked into private rooms with whispered promises, the atmosphere thick with intimacy and alcohol.

The man she had run into smelled of cologne and liquor, and Lydia recoiled instinctively, wanting nothing to do with him.