The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Actually, she had initially planned to concoct Everett's antidote along with the rest, considering it would soon be needed anyway.

But after giving it some thought, Quincy decided to only produce one dose of the antidote.

Given the rapidly changing circumstances, and the Lopez family not yet having publicly claimed their identity, what if Everett managed to snatch the antidote once it was made? It's essential to be cautious; trusting others too readily could be a mistake. So, she hailed a cab to the agreed meeting spot, arriving an hour early.

Quincy was concerned Lane might have set a trap, lying in wait for her to fall right into it! By arriving early, she could ensure her safety.

Once there, she found a secluded corner to stand in.

Quietly observing the surroundings.

Quincy's wariness towards Lane was primarily because if he indeed loved Dorothy that much, he might seek vengeance on anyone who had poisoned and harmed her.

After all her scheming, now on the brink of marrying Everett, she couldn't afford to stumble at this hurdle!

Fortunately, there was no sign of Lane.

It wasn't until ten minutes before their scheduled time that Quincy saw a black Range Rover pull up. It didn't seem to be heading towards the toll booth but instead parked by the roadside.

Soon after, her phone rang.

"Where are you?"

"Get out of the car."

Quincy noticed a tall, slender figure stepping out of the vehicle.

After a brief wait, ensuring he was alone, she walked towards him.

Lane, spotting Quincy, lowered his head to light a cigarette, taking a drag before exhaling the smoke into the dispersing air.

"Where's the antidote?"

"You sure have a way with words."

As she spoke, Quincy retrieved a small bottle from her bag, "Here it is! Though, forgot to mention, if you intend to control Dorothy, apart from the final antidote, you could give her this temporary one. A single dose lasts about a month."

Lane, cigarette dangling from his lips, frowned, his deep-set features expressing impatience.

"Did you come up with this yourself?"

"Of course! No one else could possibly recreate this antidote."

Quincy couldn't hide her pride, her lips curling into a smirk.

Having been threatened by him previously, she hadn't taken a good look at Lane's face.

Now, observing him closely, she found him rather handsome. His sharp, well-defined features and lean physique gave him an edgy vibe, especially with his smirking, cigarette-clutching pose.

Thinking of him as one of Dorothy's admirers tipped Quincy's internal balance.

She couldn't fathom what she lacked compared to Dorothy!

"Tch." Lane reached for the antidote, raising an eyebrow, "Are you telling me all this just so I'd buy more of your temporary antidote?"

Quincy spread her hands, "I'm just

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giving you a friendly heads-up! At this point, we're on the same side, both looking to use this antidote to win over our loves. I believe there's nothing wrong with pursuing fove, so I support your chase for Dorothy."

"Ha." Lane scoffed, "Name your price."

Quincy threw out a figure, "This is your ticket to controlling Dorothy. I'd say it's worth it."

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After saying this, Lane had a sudden realization.

"You're saying... you too want to use this poison to win over someone?"