The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Heather was shoved back into the corner after they force-fed her the pills.

Soon, the drugs took effect, and the pain came crashing down upon her...

She clutched her stomach, her face a mask of agony.

"Please," she begged, "call a doctor, I'm dying. It hurts so much!" "Of course, the miscarriage hurts. Just bear with it, you won't die." Heather's face was ghostly pale, like someone just dragged out of a lake, her clothes drenched with sweat.

"It hurts... it hurts so bad... I don't wanna die, please, I don't wanna die..." Her continuous wails finally got to the guard, who stood watch for over an hour before he felt she was too weak to scream and went to fetch a doctor.

They had their orders, after all—she wasn't supposed to die.

expect the new director to arrive so

three days after she handed over the files, the new director had already made his way to the

coming to work, he enthusiastically pulled her over to introduce her, "Ms. Sanchez, meet Stephen, your replacement as project director.” Dorothy paused, then saw Stephen extending his hand, "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Sanchez." "Hello," she smiled faintly, only lightly touching his hand. "I

add friends on WhatsApp?

rejecting him now

reassured herself internally, just be sociable for now, and once he fully took over

were friends on WhatsApp, she pocketed her phone and said, "Well, I should get back to work! And Mr. Stephen, if you want to take over sooner, you can tell me directly.” "I need some time to familiarize myself, to get a better grip on

Ms. Sanchez, you should get going. I have a few things to discuss with

a polite smile, and then turned

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