GoodReadThis was her lifesaver, a concoction she had crafted from scratch. If it was so easily replicated or cracked, what kind of a safeguard would it be? She knew what Everett was thinking. He figured since Dorothy was currently safe and he had an extra antidote in hand, he might as well buy stto try and decode it himself. But that was a pipe dream.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEverett exited the hotel, making his way back to the car. Kevin, sitting in the driver's seat, cast a cautious glance at Mr. Lopez. Although he hadn't erupted in a fit of rage, Kevin could tell he was seething. The darker his expression and the tighter his lips pursed, the angrier he was.
"Any word from those working on the antidote?" Upon hearing this, Kevin hurriedly responded, "Mr. Lopez, just like Quincy mentioned, the ingredients of the antidote are easy enough to identify, but... with several highly toxic substances involved, it's not something the human body can normally tolerate, let alone safely formulate into an antidote!" It was probably the intricate balance of ingredients that neutralized the poison. However, to successfully create the antidote meant repeated trials and errors, with no telling how many attempts it would take to succeed. And the cost of each mistake was far too high. Every failure meant a life lost.
"Unless we can get the exact formula from Quincy," Kevin paused, his voice filled with reluctance, "but the team that's been watching her hasn't seen her make any more antidote! If she hasn't recorded it anywhere and keeps it all in her head, then... we're really out of options." Although Kevin wished for a different outcome, the reality was stark.
"Dig up everything you can on her medical background, including her mentors!" "Right away, Mr. Lopez." Dorothy thought Everett had gone to the hospital, so she didn't wait up this time. After helping Abigail and Langston finish their homework and playing around for a bit, she returned to the living room to start working on her computer.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDorothy wasn't fond of working in the bedroom, preferring the living room of Bay Residence with its large floor-to-ceiling windows. Working there felt liberating, and she could easily lift her gaze to the world outside whenever she needed a break. Logging into the Lopez et Corporation's system, she noticed Everett's offline status, further solidifying her belief that he was at the hospital. After all, the workaholic utv that he was, if he wasn't okaholic clinching deals, he was tied up with sunavoidable personal matter. As she was deeply engrossed in poring over the dense project documents, the sudden unlocking sound at the door of Bay Residence startled her. She immediately stood up, calling out warily, "Who's there?" "It's me." Everett unlocked the door, his eyes meeting Dorothy's utterly astonished face.
"You're back already?" "I did say I'd be back soon." Realizing he might have startled her, Everett's voice softened, "Next time, I'll text you before I cback." Dorothy walked over to take his suit jacket from his arm.
"I just didn't expect you back so early! Everything okay at the hospital?" Everett paused, not responding immediately.
Dorothy turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow, "What's up? You seem... troubled." "It's nothing, just a bit tired," Everett stepped in, his gaze briefly sweeping over her computer, "You're working again, even after hours." "Just going through sdocuments. They need to be reviewed sooner or later." Dorothy chuckled, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Then, in a spit second, she caught a whiff of something... a woman's perfume! Privacy
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