The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"Everett! Do I need to call Dorothy to get you to cool your head?"

Jeffrey struggled to his feet, dusting himself off, "I get where you're coming from, man. With Quincy gone, it's like the antidote's recipe went with him. But, who knows? Maybe Lane pressured Quincy into spilling the beans on how to make it. Let's not jump the gun here. I've got a history with Lane. I'll do some digging." Everett's grip on the knife handle tightened, veins bulging on his back, as if he wanted to crush the blade with his bare hands.

Jeffrey tried to grab it from him, but Everett wouldn't let go.

"Everett?"

Worrying about a fallout was an understatement. Jeffrey had known him for years, but never had he seen Everett's murderous intent surge like it did at this moment!

Everett was usually the epitome of cool and collected. The only thing that ever really got to him was anything to do with Dorothy. Even when a foreign earthquake had caused him a fortune, his expression barely changed.

But now, Jeffrey knew if he didn't intervene, today would mark Lane's end.

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have to get your hands dirty. I could handle it. But aren't we focused

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phone kept ringing, but Jeffrey dared not let go. "It's probably Karen calling. If I

for Everett's response, Jeffrey swiftly grabbed the knife and

worried about you! Neither of you can afford to get into

...

dead, Karen felt just as disheartened as Everett, not

antidote? What are we going to do

to be another way. We need to stay calm. Contact Dorothy and tell her to get Everett back home. Who

relayed the message