GoodReadEverett immediately steadied her with both hands. He sensed Dorothy's discomfort with sharp intuition. Her delicate face paled instantly, yet she tried to muster a facade of being fine.
"Does it hurt a lot?" he asked.
Dorothy shook her head, "No..." Everett knew why she was lying, thus feeling a mix of helplessness and frustration. Without further ado, he whipped out his phone to call a doctor for Dorothy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe tried to stop him, but before she could utter a word, darkness enveloped her vision, and she passed out cold.
Thankfully, Everett was there to catch her, preventing her from hitting the ground.
Jeffrey was shocked at her condition, "What's happened to her?" "Dorothy's been like this off and on these past few days. I need to take her now, Jeffrey. Callif you need anything." "Alright! Take care of Dorothy first!" After all, her condition seemed more serious than Karen's.
Quincy felt a strange calm knowing that it was Everett who had her confined here. At least she was sure these people wouldn't harm her, not immediately posing any threat to her life.
Due to the long flight without rest, Quincy fell asleep on the couch soon after sitting down.
When she cto, she heard footsteps and barely opened her eyes to see Everett walking in.
Dressed in a suit, his handsface stern and his gaze intimidating. It seemed... he knew everything. "Handthe antidote!" he requested.
Quincy gave him a look and smiled, "Mr. Lopez, could you please bringmy suitcase?" Everett frowned, "Don't play games with me!" "It's not a game. The antidote is in my suitcase; I need it to give it to you." Her readiness to hand over the antidote made Everett doubt its authenticity even more.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Quincy, you better be aware of what you're doing." "I am." She might not like being involved in the high-stakes business world, but she somehow knew about it, as well as Everett's capabilities and influence. Yet... "But I know even more how important Ms. Sanchez is toyou." "Are you doing this just for your father's money?" Everett's face was grim, "If so, hand over the antidote, and I'll pay." Quincy shook her head, "I just don't want to be controlled anymore! Before this, I begged the Lopez family and Ms. Sanchez, but no one listened, and no one tried to see it from my perspective! So, I had to find my own way." Everett had no patience for her story. He grabbed her by the throat, his voice thunderous, "The antidote!" But as his grip tightened, Quincy only showed signs of discomfort without a hint of pleading. It was as if she was certain he wouldn't really kill her.
Suddenly, Everett released her, allowing Quincy to gasp for numerous air and cough violently.
"Givethe antidote. This has nothing to do with Dorothy!" he yelled.
"Ugh... I told you, the suitcase, it's in the suitcase...!" He frowned, then signaled Kevin with a look.
As Kevin left the room, Quincy caught her breath, "Mr. Lopez, don't worry, won't let Ms. Sanchez die! Because I know, if she dies, my twould be up too."
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