Love Unspoken

The prospect of Getty's recent ascent to fame being eclipsed by scandal was a daunting one.

The repercussions of such a scandal could be severe, inviting harsh criticism from all corners.

Even with Alexander's considerable influence, if the public were to turn against her, Getty's career in the entertainment industry could be abruptly terminated.

Alexander fell silent for a moment, his gaze shifting to Kyle Astor. "So, what do you think we should do?" he asked.Kyle hesitated, uncertainty clouding his features. "We... we'd have to consult a professional PR team," he finally suggested. Alexander seemed lost in thought for a moment before responding, "For now, don't worry about it.""For now?" Kyle echoed, puzzled by Alexander's seemingly nonchalant approach. If the issue escalated beyond control, it would be too late to address it.

However, seeing Alexander's composed demeanor, Kyle assumed he had his plans and decided not to press the matter further.Switching gears, Kyle broached the subject of company affairs. "Alexander, our company's stock hasn't fallen, but it hasn't risen either.

With the recent merger with Landis International, you proposed a press conference. When is that likely to happen?"Alexander slumped into his chair, flipping open a file. "Call Grant Warner to my office," he instructed."Huh?"

Kyle was momentarily thrown off, but seeing that Alexander had no intention of explaining further, he set off to fetch Grant.After Kyle had left, he relayed the message to Grant Warner. In no time, Grant arrived at the office. However, before he knocked on the door, he noticed Quinn in the adjacent office.

Aside from Kyle, no other staff had been assigned to this floor yet; it was clear that Alexander would choose his team meticulously.

Yet, Quinn's presence was intriguing.Grant wasn't entirely oblivious to their affairs; he was aware that Alexander had married the Kennedy's foster daughter under Ulysses's pressure.

But Alexander seemed indifferent to his placeholder wife, his affections seemingly reserved for someone else. Those in the know would argue that Getty was his true love. Catching sight of Quinn, a flicker of understanding passed behind Grant's glasses.

Quinn, sensing something amiss, looked up towards the door, but it was empty. Confused, she redirected her attention back to the spreadsheet before her.

Meanwhile, Grant had knocked and entered Alexander's office. "Mr. Warner," he greeted.Alexander was sprawled on a couch, legs crossed, radiating an air of nonchalance. He glanced at Grant and said indifferently, "Take a seat."Grant complied, sitting opposite him. "You wanted to see me?"A subtle smirk played at the corner of Alexander's mouth. "I've gone over your strategy; it's good, but there are some details I'd like to discuss."

Grant adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. "I'm listening, Mr. Warner."Alexander mused, "A press conference alone is far from sufficient. Even if our stock sees a rebound, it won't be enough to sustain the company's financial operations in the short term."Grant countered, "Haven't we already merged with International Corp? All of their funds have been channeled into the parent company. How could there be a shortfall?"

"The funds from International Corp have merely filled the immediate void, ensuring normal operations," Alexander explained, "But we'll need more capital moving forward. Besides, are we to assume International Corp will just look the other way?"Grant fell silent, mulling over Alexander's words. After a moment, he spoke, "You make a valid point. What do you propose?"

Alexander's lips curled into a smirk, and he spoke languidly, "I believe we need to partner with another company, one that's relevant to our business and with enough buzz - a major player."Grant's eyelids twitched slightly. "Do you have any companies in mind?"