The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 1275

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?"

She smiled. "You'll have to pay me extra."

"..."

...

After dealing with Quincy, Lane had someone scout the area again.

The police had cordoned off the scene, reportedly still investigating. Everett and Jeffrey had been implicated as well, given the traces of their presence at the scene.

Listening to his subordinate's report, he couldn't help but feel smug.

"Everett, oh Everett, your day has finally come!"

This was all intentional.

Lane moved on foot, inching closer to the original crime scene, curious about the current situation.

After making a round and heading back, Lane suddenly sensed someone following him!

For someone already on high alert, this was a red flag!

Lane's hand even clenched a knife hidden in his pocket—

"Are you Lane?"

Before he could respond, the person behind him spoke first.

Lane's instinct was to attack; he spun around, pressing the knife against the stranger's throat!

"Who are you?!"

"You don't need to know who I am. Just know that I despise Everett as much as you do, and that’s enough."