Listening to Quincy calling Heather stupid was the best joke Lane had heard in a long while.

"She's dumb, but what makes you any better? If it wasn't for your need to show off, to outdo Dorothy, how would I have known you also poisoned Everett?"

"Don't try to deny it. I've been with enough women to know what's going on in your heads! It's all about jealousy towards Dorothy. You only tried to impress me because I said you were prettier than Dorothy. Would you have agreed to have dinner with me otherwise? No, you wouldn't!"

Lane might not have been clear about everything, but he knew the way women thought.

The only person he could never figure out was Dorothy.

But that didn't matter now! With Quincy's unwitting help, Heather was as good as his!

"Mr. Lane, please... let me go. I really don't want to die! I could be your dog, do anything you ask! I'm not only good at creating that drug, I can create others! You hate Mr. Lopez, don't you? I'm just an innocent bystander; I never got involved in your battles!" "Innocent? You weren't so innocent when you were asking for money, all high and mighty." Lane lightly tapped her cheek before continuing to gesture with his cigarette.

Quincy tried to dodge, but there was nowhere to hide!

burning pain on

Mr. Lane,

was snuffed out on her skin. He simply lit another and continued to burn

woman in front

hatred should be directed at Everett! He's the one who made

Quincy's right cheek

cheek

How interesting!

cried out in pain, the tears making her wounds sting even more. "Please, no more! I beg you, let me

I thought aboutz killing you on the way here, but my hatred is too deep, I need to let it out Lane looked at

to

do whatever

just give me chance to live!" Beyond

directly on Quincy's

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