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?"

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 you obsess over day

How could she forget?

indifference and his routine demeanor

as concerned about Dorothy's

just once, and Ms. Sanchez's

she dies, you'll

even bother to look up as he said

was the last thing Quincy

about Ms. Sanchez anymore, hoping I'd just give her the final antidote?" She steadied herself, making one last

it had come to this, she might as

you think I'm putting on a show, then

come to Lopez Corporation, not Everett seeking

die. As long as she

lips together, "Aren't you afraid I'll suddenly decide

for, then you might as well leave.

to waste more words, standing up

stepped in front

He frowned, clearly impatient.