Simeon stumbled backward in shock, the color draining from his face! Before he knew it, several men had burst in, all dressed in sleek black suits, their expressions cold as ice.

"Who the heck are you guys?" Quincy was the first to shake off the shock, a glimmer of hope flashing through her eyes.

"Did Mr. Lopez send you?" The leader of the men in black suits scanned the room, his gaze finally resting on Quincy, tied up and helpless. He murmured a low command to his followers, "That's her, take her." Simeon, realizing their plan was about to be thwarted, immediately stepped forward to intervene.

"She's my sister, where are you taking her?!" "Move aside." The man didn't bother answering him, his menacing aura enough to intimidate Simeon, who was nothing more than a spoiled rich kid. Even his usually loud-mouthed buddies were rendered mute.

Quincy hadn't dared to breathe a sigh of relief, not until she was safely inside the car, speeding away from

orders, right?" No one in the car responded,

City, only Everett could have pinpointed her location so

car window, watching the trees flash by, she felt an unprecedented

every inch of her body! Quincy pondered. If Dorothy had been the one taken today, would Everett have chimself instead of sending others? For a moment, when she heard the door being kicked down, she had hoped, even if just for a second,

felt this way. But one thing was clear to Quincy: she was jealous of Pof Dorothy. To be loved by a mano Everett's stature, who would

challenge, and her perfectionism demanded excellence in everything she did. At

was planning her evening's work on the project when she bumped into someone! "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, clutching her forehead, then looked up. "Everett?" "Everyone else leaves the meeting right away. What were you dawdling for?" Dorothy grimaced, embarrassed to admit she'd been checking

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