Love Unspoken

"Okay. I got it."

As soon as the call ended, Sean exhaled a sigh of relief, grateful that Alexander would not be making a personal appearance.

However, the gravity of Quinn's injury gnawed at him, a secret that might prove challenging to keep concealed. This uncertainty, whether to confide in Alexander or not, left him in a state of heightened anxiety. Eventually, the weight of the decision bore too heavily on him, and he chose to wash his hands of the matter entirely.

Meanwhile, Alexander sat in his car outside the club, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers. He discarded it prematurely, the embers dying out on the asphalt.

The knock on the car window broke his reverie. It was Oliver.

Alexander rolled down the window, his attention now on Oliver's inquiry, "Why aren't you going in?"

Tugging at his tie in frustration, Alexander retorted, "I'm not going. You go meet Mr. Collins for me."

Caught off guard, Oliver questioned, "What's wrong with you? You seem a bit distracted."

Alexander offered no response, simply stepping out of the car.

Oliver, still perplexed, probed further, "How's Quinn been lately?"All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Pausing, Alexander tilted his head and looked at Oliver, "Since when did you start caring about her?"

Oliver's confusion deepened, "Don't you know yet?"

He calculated the time in his mind. It had been two or three months already. Even if Quinn's belly wasn't showing, they should have noticed during their intimate moments, right? Or had they not been intimate until now? "Know what?" Alexander asked.

Oliver instinctively clamped his mouth shut. Judging by Alexander's reaction, it was clear he was oblivious. But Oliver had already let the cat out of the bag.

"It's nothing," he said, but Alexander wasn't fooled. His piercing gaze sent a shiver down Oliver's spine.

"Oliver, is there something that you know about her and I don't?" Alexander's tone was laced with a threat and a warning.

Oliver's expression grew complex. It was absurd that he, an outsider, knew something that Alexander, the person directly involved, did not.

Oliver hesitated, then spoke, "It's about Abigail. She was so close to Abigail, and when Abigail left, she didn't seem angry with you." Alexander replied coldly, "Is this what you wanted to talk about?"

"Yes, that's exactly it," Oliver replied.

"Do you think I will believe you?" Alexander retorted.

Oliver smirked and replied, "If you don't believe me, then forget it."

He had made a promise to Quinn and had no intention of revealing anything, regardless of Alexander's persistent questioning.

Alexander held his gaze for a moment longer before slamming the car door shut and heading towards the clubhouse.

A chill swept over Oliver as he watched Alexander walk away. He sighed, tugged at his collar, and followed suit.

Their meeting was with Chandler's cousin, an executive of Stellar Enterprises. Once a prosperous family-owned business, Stellar Enterprises had fallen into disarray due to internal power struggles and corruption.

With Chandler's death, his cousin saw an opportunity to seize control. The urgency of the meeting was heightened by the commotion caused by Chandler's death, a situation growing increasingly absurd.

If Mr. Collins did not seek out Alexander, the matter would likely fade away.Inside the private room, Mr. Collins was engrossed in browsing through a collection of bizarre photos online. They depicted Chandler in various gruesome scenarios, from being strangled, mutilated, devoured by wolves, hanged, self-immolated, or even killed by a prostitute.

The most peculiar image was of Chandler being choked to death by a female ghost.

The authenticity of these photos was the subject of rampant speculation, with netizens creating their own imaginative endings, including Chandler being killed by aliens or devoured by dinosaurs.

Mr. Collins was convinced that these images were a deliberate creation, most likely by Kennedy Enterprise, with whom he had been negotiating a collaboration.

The sound of the private room door opening pulled Mr. Collins from his thoughts.

He quickly pocketed his phone and turned towards the entrance.