The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

If Dorothy died, even if Everett didn't pursue justice, the investigation into her death would inevitably drag Quincy into the mess. She was using Dorothy's wellbeing to threaten Everett, aiming to live comfortably, not to end up behind bars.

"You... you really do value Dorothy more than your own life."

We're talking about poison here, the life-threatening kind. So, it's fair to say that if anything happened to Quincy before he received the final antidote-whether he died or lost his mind-Everett would be the one to pay the price! The risk hadn't disappeared; it had merely shifted onto Everett's shoulders.

"This is my only option."

"But if Dorothy finds out, she would never agree to this!"

Everett suddenly raised his voice, "She must never know. Absolutely not."

"Don't worry, buddy, I'm always on your side! Even though I think your decision is somewhat harsh on yourself, you've made your choice to go this far. I can't let it all fall apart on my watch."

to serious matters, Jeffrey knew what he had to do

Everett closed his eyes, "I've said it before, my love for her is my own burden; she shouldn't have to carry any

to feel even the slightest bit of obligation

you! If it wasn't for you helping me with that blood type evidence, my daughter might not have been

messed up, he always acknowledged the deeds Everett

Residence. But Dorothy changed her mind. Since he didn't want to come back, she decided to visit him at the office instead. Even a glimpse from afar

Austin think she was exceptionally diligent , , putting everyone else to shame. But as the project deadline approached, what reason would Dorothy

meeting in Conference Room One.

covertly attempted to access the meeting room, thinking she'd peek in and then leave! But the computer screen asked for a password, and Dorothy's attempt... was incorrect. Had Everett changed it? Dorothy, stubborn, tried again. She thought maybe she had remembered it wrong or hit the wrong key. But no matter how

a bit unsteady... A wave of unease washed

"Ms. Sanchez, what's wrong?"