Love Unspoken

A grimace of displeasure marred Quinn's features. The alcohol was a bitter pill to swallow, leaving an unpleasant taste in her mouth.

She had just finished her drink when Chandler, with a smirk, picked up the bottle and refilled her glass. "Is this your first time drinking?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement.

"It's okay. Have a few more and you'll soon fall in love with it."With a deep breath, Quinn braced herself and downed the second glass of alcohol. In a corner, hidden from her sight, a red light flickered ominously. Unbeknownst to her, a miniature camera was capturing her every move, broadcasting it live on a streaming platform.

Meanwhile, in a bustling bar, a young teenager named Foster was engrossed in his phone, his drink forgotten. "What are you looking at if you're not drinking?"

Spencer, his friend, slapped Foster's arm, breaking his trance. Foster offered a sheepish smile, handing over his phone to Spencer. "Do you want to see?"Spencer glanced at Foster with a hint of disdain but leaned in to look at the screen. His eyes widened in surprise. The video playing was of Quinn, her face flushed from the alcohol. Despite her clear discomfort, she obediently drank whenever Chandler refilled her glass. Spencer rubbed his eyes, looking again. The woman in the video was unmistakably Quinn.

Her familiar attire and sincere demeanor were exactly as he remembered. Foster, standing beside him, grumbled, "This anchor really talks too much. Let's get to the point!""What is this?" Spencer asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Oh, this is a live-streaming app," Foster explained. "Send me the installation package for this app!" Spencer demanded, grabbing Foster's arm. "I can't send it. You need to be a member and receive an invitation to install it.

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Even if you download it, you won't be able to install it," Foster replied, shaking his head. Spencer's gaze fell on the viewer count on the video. It had already reached over two thousand, with a flurry of comments below.

In a sudden fit of panic, he snatched Foster's phone and bolted out of the bar. "Hey! Why did you take my phone?" Foster shouted after him, but Spencer was already out of earshot. Completely sober now, Spencer drove straight to Kennedy Enterprise.

He dialed Alexander's number, "Alexander, something big happened. Quinn is being livestreamed.""He's taking a shower," came the reply. It was Getty's voice.

Spencer slammed on the brakes, parking the car on the side of the road. He double-checked the dialed number. Yes, it was indeed Alexander's number.

To his surprise, Alexander was with Getty. "Give the phone to Alexander. I have something important to tell him," Spencer urged, his voice strained. Getty glanced in the direction of the bathroom, mentally grumbling.

If she could go in, she wouldn't be stuck answering his call. Then, something Spencer said caught her attention. "You said Quinn is being livestreamed. What is it? Is Quinn livestreaming?""Just give the phone to him!"

Spencer snapped, his patience wearing thin. "I won't. What can you do to me?" Getty retorted, her tone defiant. Spencer, his anger rising, hung up the phone. He turned his attention back to the livestream. The viewer count had jumped to three thousand-five.

In the video, Quinn was visibly intoxicated. She was slumped on the sofa, a glass in her hand. But she couldn't hold it steady. As she lifted her hand, the glass slipped from her grasp, falling onto her and rolling onto the floor. Chandler tapped her face, a smirk playing on his lips. "You can't even handle a few drinks?"