NovelEnglishSimeon stumbled backward in shock, the color draining from his face! Before he knew it, several men had burst in, all dressed in sleek black suits, their expressions cold as ice.
"Who the heck are you guys?" Quincy was the first to shake off the shock, a glimmer of hope flashing through her eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Did Mr. Lopez send you?" The leader of the men in black suits scanned the room, his gaze finally resting on Quincy, tied up and helpless. He murmured a low command to his followers, "That's her, take her." Simeon, realizing their plan was about to be thwarted, immediately stepped forward to intervene.
"She's my sister, where are you taking her?!" "Move aside." The man didn't bother answering him, his menacing aura enough to intimidate Simeon, who was nothing more than a spoiled rich kid. Even his usually loud-mouthed buddies were rendered mute.
All this time, Quincy hadn't dared to breathe a sigh of relief, not until she was safely inside the car, speeding away from that dilapidated house. Only then did she allow herself to relax.
"You're here on Mr. Lopez's orders, right?" No one in the car responded, staring straight ahead like statues.
But Quincy didn't need their confirmation. In Eldorria City, only Everett could have pinpointed her location so swiftly.
Leaning against the car window, watching the trees flash by, she felt an unprecedented sense of safety envelop her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnd then, an indescribable feeling surged through her, spreading to every inch of her body! Quincy pondered. If Dorothy had been the one taken today, would Everett have chimself instead of sending others? For a moment, when she heard the door being kicked down, she had hoped, even if just for a second, that Everett was on the other side.
She couldn't understand why she felt this way. But one thing was clear to Quincy: she was jealous of Pof Dorothy. To be loved by a mano Everett's stature, who would go to any lengths for her. Throughout the meeting, Dorothy's pen never stopped moving.
Returning to the workforce had been a challenge, and her perfectionism demanded excellence in everything she did. At last, the meeting ended, and Dorothy's notebook was filled with dense notes.
As the room cleared, she checked her phone, half-expecting a message frett. Finding none, s e of disappointment belongs to englishS felt a Preparing to leave, Dorothy was planning her evening's work on the project when she bumped into someone! "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, clutching her forehead, then looked up. "Everett?" "Everyone else leaves the meeting right away. What were you dawdling for?" Dorothy grimaced, embarrassed to admit she'd been checking her phone. She feared Everett would tease her.
"Just sorting sdocuments." "If there's anything you don't understand, just ask me." Everett reached for her hand.
But Dorothy dodged, "We're at the office!" "So?" "So?" she frowned, "People will see us holding hands!" No sooner had Dorothy spoken than Everett firmly clasped her hand in his.
"Dorothy, stop trying to hideaway."
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