Love Unspoken

In truth, he had been present for quite some time, yet he had refrained from making his presence known. He was curious to see if Alexander would send someone to rescue Quinn.

However, as time passed, no such aid arrived."Regret? Perhaps that's a question you should pose to yourself first," Alexander retorted with a laugh.

"You've made your allegiance clear, now it's time to prove your worth."Walter responded with a chuckle of his own, admitting, "I must concede, I'm no match for you."It was a testament to the power of ruthlessness; a man who was willing to be ruthless could achieve anything.

"Please, dispatch someone to handle this," Walter requested softly."Here's to a fruitful collaboration," Alexander replied.

With a final laugh, Walter ended the call. Throughout their collaboration, Walter had remained passive, taking no action.

But his appearance here had laid bare his true intentions to Landon. The days of being a mere observer were over.

Even if he chose to do nothing, Landon would not forgive his treachery once it was revealed.

Had Alexander orchestrated this entire scenario just to utter the phrase," Here's to a fruitful collaboration"?A sudden memory stirred within Walter.

He had once said that Alexander wasn't all that bad. Now, it seemed he had been mistaken. Poor, unsuspecting Quinn.

She believed that her presence here would yield information about Juliet.Juliet.A name that belonged to the past, to a woman long since deceased.

His fingers traced the contours of Quinn's cheek, catching the wet trail of her tears. Was she in sorrow?Indeed, alcohol had a way of amplifying one's sadness.

After a moment of contemplation, Walter assisted Quinn to her feet, stepping over Chandler's lifeless body and the blood that stained the floor.

They exited the private room, leaving behind a scene of horror.Once the door closed behind them, it was as if the gruesome events within had never occurred.

Walter brought Quinn back to her residence, gently laying her on her bed. In the dim light, he tenderly stroked her cheek. His touch was soft and meticulous.

Not long after Walter's departure, a fire erupted in the hotel's private room, prompting an immediate evacuation of the hotel. The blaze was relentless, consuming floor after floor in less than twenty minutes.

Once the fire was extinguished, Chandler's charred remains were recovered. The following day, a news article was published.

Mr. Chandler, it reported, had tragically perished in a hotel fire while away on business.In the afternoon, Chandler's family arrived to claim his remains, which had been reduced to ashes.

A scene ensued at the hotel as Chandler's family demanded answers. The hotel manager confessed that Chandler's remains had been cremated due to the severity of the burns.

Chandler's widow threatened legal action against the hotel. The hotel manager accepted responsibility for the inadequate fire safety measures and pledged to surrender himself to the authorities. However, the story took a dramatic turn that evening when photos of Chandler's death were leaked online.

The images sent shockwaves through the media, eclipsing the previous scandal involving Alexander and Getty.

Speculation surrounding the circumstances of Chandler's death began to circulate.Alexander sat composed on the couch, watching the news unfold on the television.

Getty was beside him, holding a plate of fruit and grumbling, "What's so interesting about this news?"As she spoke, she adjusted the collar of her pajamas, ensuring that he would have a clear view whenever he glanced her way.

She was content with the recent turn of events; Alexander had been spending time with her, either in the study or watching TV. The more time he spent in her company, the better her chances of winning him over.

She was confident that he wouldn't be able to resist her for much longer.Lost in her thoughts, Getty barely noticed when Alexander abruptly switched off the TV, rose from the couch, and reached for his jacket. "I'm going out," he announced, offering no further explanation. Without a backward glance, he disappeared through the door.