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?"

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

obsess

How could she forget?

routine

as concerned about Dorothy's antidote as before! He even expected Quincy to

what if I forget just once,

you'll

look up

last thing Quincy wanted to

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

this, she might as well

I'm putting on a show, then why

who had come to Lopez Corporation, not Everett seeking

just realized, you won't let Dorothy die. As long as she don heed to waste my time insisting on the

I'll suddenly decide not

if this is all you came for, then you might as

clearly didn't want to waste more words,

in front

He frowned, clearly impatient.