CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1244

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.

deep breath, Quincy stepped forward and grabbed Eugene by the collar. "If you really care about her, don't do anything you'll regret. Whatever issue you have,

his hand, signaling to his bodyguards to stand down. His eyes flashed with a dangerous gleam, and he repeated Quincy's words with a chilling smile. "Settle it with you? What gives

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

no one around to witness, he 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

tightly, and in one swift motion, he landed a hard punch on Eugene,

the scuffle that followed, Quincy was beaten, but not without returning the blows. Every punch he took, he gave back just

yelled, his voice hoarse as he called out to the private

but his instincts told him she was there. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving without even trying. The mere possibility of Lydia being trapped in that room

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

fog of

from the corners of her eyes as panic set in. She couldn't move, couldn't fight back, and the fear overwhelmed

her tears. After a pause, the person gently wiped the tears from her face and whispered, "Don't cry.