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?"

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"Busy with work, can't 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 the date?"

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How could she forget?

Everett's indifference and his routine demeanor towards Quincy were unsettling.

From his words, it was apparent he didn't seem as concerned about Dorothy's antidote as before! He even expected Quincy to keep track of the timeline.

"But what if I forget just once, and Ms. Sanchez's life..."

"If she dies, you'll be the murderer."

Everett didn't even bother to look up as he said this.

This calmness was the last thing Quincy wanted to see.

"Are you trying to show me that you don't care about Ms. Sanchez anymore, hoping I'd just give her the finakantidote?" She steadied herself, making one last attempt to probe. en.swhovels.net

Since it had come to this, she might as well be direct.

Everett smirked slightly, "If you think I'm putting on a show, then why bother coming at all?"

After all, it was she who had come to Lopez Corporation, not Everett seeking her out.

"I've just realized, you won't let Dorothy die. As long as she don heed to waste my time

insisting on the final antiset

Quincy pressed her lips together, "Aren't you afraid I'll suddenly decide not to give it to her?"

"Quincy, if this is all you came for, then you might as well leave. I'm busy."

Everett clearly didn't want to waste more words, standing up to leave.

Quincy quickly stepped in front of him, "Wait!"

He frowned, clearly impatient.

"I don't have time for your probes. If you're here to deliver the antidote, just leave it and go."

"I came not only to deliver this round of antidote for Ms. Sanchez but there's something else!"

Everett visibly restrained himself, giving her a chance to continue.

"You once offered to take Ms. Sanchez's place, to bear the poison yourself. I'm here to accept that offer. If you agree to take my poison, and it takes effect within a month, I will give Ms. Sanchez the final antidote."

She had to wait until the poison took effect. That was Quincy's bottom line.

But after a few seconds of silence, instead of hearing Everett's agreement, she heard a low chuckle.

"No need for theatrics."

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"Just make sure you deliver the antidote on time."

Quincy was stunned.

Was this his way of refusing?