LittleNovelUnlock the content CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE Eugene's gaze flicked between her and Quincy before settling on Quincy. "Mr. Quincy," Eugene said smoothly, "May I have a word with you?" Quincy stared back at him, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he gently released Lydia and stood. Lydia's instincts screamed at her to stop him. "Quincy, don't go," she pleaded, her voice barely more than a whisper.
He gave her a reassuring look, his warm hand briefly squeezing hers. "I'll be right back. Wait for me." Lydia watched helplessly as they walked into a nearby office. Her face turned pale, the anxiety overwhelming her as she sat, trembling. Someone nearby noticed her distress and approached. "Miss Lydia, are you sure you're alright?"
Lydia nodded faintly, but before she could respond, the person added, "I think that man is from Ford 0 m Gorporation. Word around the office is they've cto negotiate a deal. But honestly, it looks more like they're giving in." Lydia blinked, confused by the comment.
m "You probably didn't see it, but while you were away, Mr. Quincy has been relentless He's gone after Ford Corporation hard, taking several deals right out from under them. I think that's why their CEO is kere now, trying to salvage what he can."
Meanwhile, inside the office, Eugene slid a contract across the table toward Quincy. "The transfer rights to the Southland property. Sign, and it's yours." Quincy didn't even glance at it before pushing it back toward him. "What's the meaning of this?" Eugene's voice grew cold.
"I agreed to this meeting for one reason," Quincy's eyes were sharp as he leaned forward. "Stay away from Lydia. This is your final warning."
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