The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Crying over Everett until she fainted seemed like a reasonable reaction; Lane wouldn't suspect a thing.

"How about we just say you're laid up with a bad case of the flu?"

"That won't work. After your part is done, the spotlight shifts to me. Avoiding it isn't the answer." Dorothy sighed, leaning against Everett's broad shoulders, "Never thought I'd find myself walking down the path of show business." Everett gently patted her hand, "It'll all be over soon! I'll wrap up my current projects, and then it's showtime."

"Right." Dorothy nodded, "And after that, it's smooth sailing."

She looked forward to that day.

Suddenly, Everett had a thought. He stood up, his handsome face taking on a serious expression, "To keep things authentic, I haven't mentioned this to my dad. If he's a bit harsh with you, don't hold it against him." "Don't worry, I won't."

...

After Lane left, Kenneth began searching his place.

It wasn't big, just a hideout.

Really, there were only a few places that could hide anything. Kenneth had already scoped them out.

But after a thorough search, he came up empty-handed.

It seemed Lane didn't keep the antidote here.

Makes sense, something that critical wouldn't be just lying around, especially with Everett potentially on his tail.

When Lane returned, Kenneth had already prepped everything for cooking.

He simply reached out to take the bag from him without a word.

Lane smirked, "So, you had a thing for Dorothy too?"

This was probably the only common ground they had.

Kenneth paused, then nodded in acknowledgment, "Yeah."

"So, I guess we're rivals then? Once Everett is out of the picture—"

"I've got a girlfriend now." Kenneth cut him off before he could finish.

Lane had finally found a topic to engage in, and he didn't want to waste it.

While Kenneth was cooking, Lane moved closer.

"You're really okay with letting Dorothy go?"

"She's not a goddess. Knowing there's no future with her, why would I be bothered?"

Lane smacked his lips, "Then why can't I let it go? I must have Dorothy. I want Everett to die with regrets!"

"Once I marry Dorothy, I'll take her to Everett's grave every day, just to gloat!" Lane's eyes narrowed as he imagined the joy of that moment, "What good are his skills and power then? Still couldn't avoid death!"

Kenneth just scoffed, his cooking uninterrupted.

"And you? You just want to see Everett dead?" "Exactly." He nodded, "But I know I'm not capable."

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"Then rest easy, he won't escape this time! It's like fate is fed up with his arrogance, sending Quincy, that fool, right to us!" Lane's excitement grew as he spoke, even clapping his hands, "Don't you think it's Everett's time to go?" Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Kenneth paused for a second while cooking, then continued.

His voice remained calm and low, "Quincy came to you on her own?"

"Yeah! I was just after the antidote, but that idiot went straight to saying she'd poisoned Everett too! Without her, t'd be just like you, powerless against Everett."