The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Everett glanced up at her, his handsome face betraying few emotions.

After a pause, he spoke, "So you're here to deliver the antidote?"

"Something like that."

"Alright, just hand it over." Everett said, reaching out to continue sorting through the papers on his desk.

Quincy frowned, seemingly puzzled by his calm demeanor.

This was not what she had expected.

"Anything else?"

Everett looked back at her when he noticed she hadn't moved.

"I get the feeling, Mr. Lopez, that you're not as desperate for Ms. Sanchez's antidote as you used to be." She said it with a smile too, trying to hide the panic inside.

At this point, Quincy naturally didn't want to lay all her cards on the table, losing her negotiating edge.

"Had the antidote been due, wouldn't you have contacted me?"

แ

keep track of the dates, but you remember, that's enough for me." Everett's gaze returned to the document in his hand, "Besides, you wouldn't let her die." Quincy frowned, "And what if I forgot

you obsess over day and

How could she forget?

and his routine demeanor towards

his words, it was apparent he didn't seem as concerned about Dorothy's antidote as before! He even expected Quincy to

if I forget just once, and

dies, you'll be the

to look up as he

the last thing Quincy wanted to

anymore, hoping I'd just give her the finakantidote?" She steadied herself, making one

come to this, she might

on a show,

all, it was she who had come to Lopez Corporation, not Everett

you won't let Dorothy die. As long as she

the

together, "Aren't you afraid I'll suddenly decide not to give it to

for, then you might as

to waste more words,

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