Love Unspoken

The man cast a nervous glance at Alexander, who returned his gaze with an inscrutable smile playing on his lips.

"Ms. Xavier, everything has been taken care of," the man reported.

"Has Alexander died too?" came the response.

The man's face drained of color, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He struggled to maintain his composure as he replied, "Yes, they are all dead. Getty is dead, and Alexander is dead too. What should we do now?" "Hide at the designated location we agreed upon earlier," came the terse instruction.

"Yes..." His affirmation was cut short by the distant wail of sirens piercing through the jungle's silence. The sound, transmitted through the phone, reached Xavier's ears. He demanded, "What's that sound!"

Alexander took the phone from the man's trembling hand and said, "Brother-in-law, it's the sound of police cars."

Upon hearing Alexander's voice, Xavier froze on the spot, dumbstruck. The phone slipped from his hand and crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Yet, the call remained connected, and Alexander's voice echoed ominously, "Brother-in-law, you need to hide quickly, otherwise, you won't be able to escape."

With a click, Alexander ended the call, and the recording was saved. Back at his home, Xavier collapsed weakly onto the sofa. Two words echoed in his mind: 'It's over.' He was done for. He had been fooled by Alexander.

Freya had managed to avoid conviction before because she had never admitted to any killings in her phone conversations with the kidnapper. But this time, he had spilled all his secrets on the phone, and no lawyer, no matter how skilled, could save him now.

He had thought Walter had betrayed Freya to oppose Alexander, and that was why he had trusted him. How foolish he had been... They were actually working together! He had been unable to handle one adversary, and now he had two against him.

In the car on the way back, Walter opened the silver box and laughed. It was empty. He turned to Alexander, "Chairman, did you give the two million?"

Alexander shot him a glance. "Do I look stupid?"

Walter merely smiled and said nothing.

Upon reaching their destination, Alexander instructed Walter before exiting the car, "Take Getty back."

Walter's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Chairman, did you really fall for Getty? What about the little dummy?"

Ignoring Walter's prattle, Alexander slammed the car door shut, effectively cutting off his words. He strode towards the Regal Riverside.

Ms. Miller and Ms. Moore were sitting by the stairs, their faces etched with exhaustion. At the sound of approaching footsteps, they woke up, stood up nervously, and fixed their gaze on Alexander.Alexander's gaze swept across their faces. "Where's Quinn?"

The two women exchanged glances, hesitated, and couldn't seem to find the words. His voice turned cold, "I'm asking you, where is she?"

Ms. Miller stammered, "We don't know. Quinn was still sleeping when we went out yesterday, but when we came back... she was gone."

Ms. Moore quickly added, "Yes. We thought she had gone out for a walk, but she hasn't returned yet. We tried calling you last night, but couldn't get through, you... were on the phone."

Upon hearing this, Alexander abruptly pushed past the two and dashed upstairs.