Love Unspoken

Quinn hesitated as she glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already two in the morning. Who could possibly be calling at this hour?

Her grip tightened around her cup, her fear preventing her from answering the door.

The persistent knocking continued, blending with the sound of the torrential rain outside, creating a blurred, eerie symphony.

Swallowing nervously, Quinn drained her cup in one swift gulp. She sprang to her feet and fled upstairs, seeking refuge under the safety of her bedroom blankets.

Eventually, the haunting knocking stopped. Quinn clutched her chest, feeling her heart hammering against her ribs, but sleep eluded her. She stared at the vacant pillow next to her, her eyes remaining wide open until the first light of dawn. Her fear was palpable, and Alexander was nowhere to be found. She was left to endure the seemingly endless night alone.

As dawn broke, the room was bathed in a soft, welcoming light. Quinn could resist no longer, her heavy eyelids fluttering closed as she succumbed to sleep.

Meanwhile, at Kennedy Enterprise, Walter sat in his office, holding a cup of tea and savoring each sip. Across from him sat Alexander. It was a stark contrast to just a month ago when these two men were on the brink of confrontation, and now they sat together, calmly sipping tea.

Walter glanced at the tea in his cup and chuckled, "Xavier lacks courage. After all his bluster, this is all he could muster."

He was, of course, referring to the scandal. Despite the scandal involving Getty and Mr. Cox causing quite a stir, it had no adverse effect on Kennedy Enterprise. On the contrary, it had boosted the company's stocks. Xavier must be seething in his home. It was possible that Xavier had intended to cause more damage, but he had chosen the wrong target. If someone else, perhaps that naive little dummy, had been behind the event, Alexander wouldn't be as composed as he was now, even without the media circus.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

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Alexander reclined on the couch, puffing on his cigarette, his silence a response to Walter's taunts.

"What's wrong, Oliver? Feeling sorry for Getty?" Walter teased. "You weren't so merciful when you used Quinn."

There were two instances that came to mind - when The Cube had captured Walter, and the Chandler incident. These events had turned Walter and Landon into enemies, forcing Walter to align with Alexander. His first task was to face Xavier in court and ensure his defeat.

Alexander glanced at Walter, his tone casual, "Have you finished your work? You seem to have a lot of free time."

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Walter took a leisurely sip of his tea, leaning back in his chair. "Big brother, you were the one who told me to balance work and rest. Are you picking on me now?"

"Don't call me big brother..." Alexander retorted, a sudden laugh escaping his lips. He changed his tone, "Actually, I should be the one calling you big brother."

Walter's expression shifted subtly, and after a moment, he returned the smile, though it was tinged with a hint of anger. Abruptly, he placed his teacup on the table, "You're right, I shouldn't be idle. If you get upset and decide to shoot me, it would be quite the loss for me, wouldn't it?"

With that, he rose from his chair and exited the room.

Alexander watched his retreating figure, the smile on his lips slowly fading, replaced by a cold, unreadable expression.