The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Dorothy furrowed her brow, seemingly hesitant.

Everett, thinking she was wary of the plan's ominous undertones, quickly clarified, "It's not like we're actually killing anyone. It's all an act! Lane wants to lay low for now. After my 'death', he'll reach out to you. If we want to lure the antidote out of hiding, we have no choice

but to force Lane's hand."

"This act... it's a tough one to pull off."

"Yes, I'm well aware." Everett knew all too well!

Deceiving Quincy was simple enough - a bit of jealousy here, a dash of resentment there - but feigning the loss of a loved one... that was a true test of acting skills. "What do you know?" Dorothy snuggled closer to him. "Asking me to play this part, it's asking a lot."

"But once we nail this performance, we'll get our hands on the antidote in no time!" Everett had meticulously thought everything through before making this decision. "The antidote's situation with Quincy is different from Lane's. Quincy wouldn't prepare the antidote in advance; she'd whip it up as needed. But Lane? He's clueless about that stuff. The antidote with him is a whole, complete bottle! Once he thinks I'm dead and lets his guard down, I'll find out where he's hiding the antidote, and our performance can come to an end." Not like with Quincy, where they had to keep up the act till the very end.

"I get it." Dorothy patted his hand, her face still serious. "What I mean is, this act isn't easy..."

"And?"

"You'll have

dealing with Quincy, Lane had someone scout the area

investigating. Everett and Jeffrey had been implicated as well, given the traces

subordinate's report, he

oh Everett, your day

This was all intentional.

up, they were bound to leave

the police interrogation alone would waste who knows how much time! Without Quincy's antidote, Everett wouldn't last a month, and with the poison taking effect,

a beer from the table, Lane chugged it down in

him were the medications prescribed by the doctor for Lane, each little bottle meticulously labeled with

suffering from a psychological

the sleepless nights combined

the root cause of all this,

Revenge was within reach.

beer, Lane put on his hat and mask and left the