Book TRK
Chapter 1238
Waitstaff moved gracefully through the crowd, balancing trays of drinks as they wove between guests.
When Lydia and Quincy stepped aboard the yacht, they immediately drew attention. It wasn't hard to see why. Lydia looked stunning.
She wore a deep blue gown adorned with tiny crystals that sparkled like stars, creating the illusion of a shimmering ocean under the moonlight. Her curled hair added the perfect finishing touch, and as she walked with grace, she looked almost otherworldly, like a mythical sea siren.
The yacht was filled with a wide variety of people. There were new business elites, overseas investors, and those who were simply there to admire the beautiful women attending the event.
Many eyes scanned the female guests, with some men immediately approaching any woman who caught their interest. Lydia, with her striking beauty, quickly became a prime target for attention.
"She's a real knockout," one man whispered to his friend. "Do you think I could get her number?"
"Ha! You? Not a chance. If anyone's getting her number, it's me. Look at yourself. No way someone like her would be interested."
"Shut up!"
Quincy's expression darkened slightly, his gaze cold as he subtly positioned himself between Lydia and the prying eyes around them. The intensity in his stare made it clear Lydia was off-limits, and a few of the men realized they were outmatched. "Forget it, man," one of them muttered to his friend, giving up. "That one's taken. You're not gonna win this."
The unwanted attention that had been lingering around Lydia finally faded, and Quincy tightened his grip on her hand. He leaned down and whispered, "Stay close to me. Don't wander off on this yacht."
Lydia had noticed the stares too and understood the situation, so she stayed close by his side.
The main event of the charity gala was set to take place inside the yacht, with the outdoor deck
reserved for socializing and entertainment. Inside, the yacht
spanned three floors, complete with elevators, grand staircases,
Sand
dazzling crystal chandeliers that lit
up the entire venue.
The charity gala was centered around a high-profile auction, though it hadn't started yet. For now, guests were mingling, glasses in hand, engaging in light conversation with familiar faces.
Lydia had mainly come to see Mrs. Ford, as the invitation had come from her. As soon as she entered, she began scanning the room, searching for Mrs. Ford's familiar face.
Just then, a refined man approached Quincy with a smile. "Mr. Quincy, long time no see. You're here for the auction too? And who's this lovely lady with you?"Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
Quincy shook his hand, responding politely, "Mr. William, it's good to see you. This is my wife, Lydia."
At the word "wife," Mr. William raised
his eyebrows in surprise. In their social circles, it was common for men to keep their marriages and personal lives separate, with many frequently changing partners at events. Seeing Quincy bring his actual wife was unusual, and it earned Quincy a bit of respect.
"Congratulations to you both," Mr. William said, raising his glass in a toast to their marriage.
They exchanged pleasantries, and soon the conversation shifted to business. As it turned out, Mr. William owned a chain of hotels and had recently acquired a plot of land for a new project. Since Quincy was in real estate, they quickly fell into a léngthy discussion about possible collaborations.
After standing for quite a while, Lydia started to feel uncomfortable. She leaned in and whispered to Quincy, "I need to use the restroom." Quincy hesitated immediately, his eyes reflecting a moment of uncertainty.