As most of the guests had already left and the tension of the evening had finally begun to fade, I sat back in the central seat of the couch, slowly sipping my drink while looking around. My gaze moved over the few people who had remained—about twenty in total—but my attention settled on Paul, who was standing a short distance away, watching Irina and Emily. "Well then..." I said, my voice relaxed but filled with confidence. "What would you say about staying here for the rest of the night? You could stay on the yacht with Irina and Emily." Paul hesitated for a moment, a small sign of uncertainty appearing in his eyes. His expression stiffened as he thought about how his fiancée might react. I watched him and smiled with quiet arrogance, understanding exactly what was going through his m

