CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery
Chapter 1242

"Why should he get it? This is completely unfair to the rest of us!"

"Exactly! We came here trusting the reputation of Wonders Corporation, and now you're just handing things over without any explanation?"

"How can you give it away like that without warning? At least give us a decent reason. This is shameless!"

The crowd erupted in complaints, clearly displeased by the sudden turn of events. Onstage, the host was visibly sweating, wiping his brow nervously. But there was no turning back now, so he braced himself and delivered the final blow. "This amethyst will go to Mr. Ford."

Upon hearing the prestigious Ford family name, the enraged socialites began to regain their composure. After all, the Ford family was no ordinary household. They controlled nearly half of the city's wealth, with the other half belonging to the York family. Everyone knew that the only heir of the Ford family was Eugene Ford, who had just returned from studying abroad.

"Mr. Ford, please come up to receive your item," the host called out.

Eugene stood up and made his way toward the stage. His posture was impeccable, exuding the elegance and confidence of someone raised in a privileged family. With sharp features and piercing eyes, his mere presence commanded attention. After taking the box from the host, Eugene glanced in a particular direction. Many in the audience whispered to each other, wondering who had caught his eye.

"Did he just look over here?"

"You must be imagining it."

"No, I'm sure of it! I just don't know who Mr. Ford was looking at. Whoever it is, if he's interested, they're practically guaranteed a life of luxury."

The murmurs of admiration and envy swirled through the crowd, but Lydia's heart skipped a beat. She knew exactly who Eugene had been looking at. He was looking at her.

A chill crept through her as her palms grew cold. Just then, a warm hand slipped into hers, squeezing tightly. The reassuring grip brought her comfort, easing her anxiety. She glanced at Quincy, who gave her a steady, calming look. She nodded slightly, feeling more grounded.

Meanwhile, Eugene returned to his seat without approaching her as she had feared. This left Lydia even more unsettled, unsure of his intentions.

Moments later, one of Eugene's

assistants quietly approached Lydia, carrying the same box that had just been handed to Eugene. "Miss Lydia, Mr. Ford asked me to give this to you. He said it rightfully belongs to you."

Lydia frowned and shook her head. "I can't accept this. Please take it back."

"But-" the assistant began.

"I don't have that kind of relationship with Mr. Ford. Accepting something this valuable would make me feel guilty," Lydia insisted. "I can't take it."

The assistant hesitated, clearly

caught between a rock and a hard

place. He even briefly considered

just leaving the box with her and walking away, knowing that if he didn't deliver it as instructed, he would be facing Eugene's wrath later.

Just as the assistant was about to force the issue, a hand reached out and firmly pushed the box back toward him. Quincy, his eyes dark and intense, spoke coldly, "You heard what my wife said. Take the box back." There was an unmistakable edge to Quincy's voice that sent a shiver down the assistant's spine. Even Lydia was taken aback. She had rarely seen Quincy so angry.

Usually calm and composed, Quincy had always maintained a polite and reserved demeanor, a skill honed from years of working under Nash. His temper was always in check.

But today was different. Today, Lydia saw a side of him she had never seen before.