Love Unspoken

Walter hung up the phone angrily and grabbed his coat before heading out.

Volume contacted all the connections, as did Alexander, searching overnight for Quinn's whereabouts.

There were few surveillance cameras by the seaside.

But one of the cameras captured Quinn's figure as she walked onto the main road wearing that white sweater.

There were no cameras on the road, so they had to check nearby surveillance footage bit by bit.

The search area expanded significantly.

The only fortunate thing was that in the footage where Quinn was captured, she was alone.

She had just wandered off and hadn't been abducted.

Getty rolled her eyes, not understanding why they were so tense. A grown person like Quinn could just take a cab back even if she got lost, right? She casually remarked, "Maybe she'll come back on her own in a while."

As soon as she finished speaking, Walter gave her a cold look.

Meeting his gaze, Getty's smile froze, and then she retorted irritably, "What's wrong? I'm not wrong!"

Walter chuckled, but there was a hint of threat in his smile, "Getty, you better hope she's okay."

"What's it to me?" Getty said.

Walter snorted and continued watching the surveillance footage.

Suddenly, Alexander stood up straight and walked out.

Getty hurriedly followed him. When she reached the door, Alexander stopped in his tracks, almost colliding with Getty.

Looking at her, Alexander said, "Don't follow me."

Getty opened her mouth, caught a glimpse of the coldness in his eyes, swallowed her words, and muttered softly, "Fine, I won't. No need to be so mean." She couldn't quite understand what these two men were worried about.

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Of course, Getty couldn't understand because most people with Alzheimer's who went missing were usually not found again.

It was as if they had evaporated from the earth, and no one knew how they disappeared. It was like a kind of magic or curse. Even someone with extraordinary abilities couldn't find them, no matter how hard they tried. This was not an exception. Because it had happened before.

Alexander drove around the nearby coastal area, searching everywhere, but despite the crowds, there was no sign of Quinn. Walter was also searching. He spent the whole day reviewing surveillance footage, but there were only a few glimpses of Quinn. Firstly, there were too many people, making it difficult to distinguish.

Secondly, each time Quinn's trace was caught on camera, the search area expanded.

It was like finding a needle in a haystack.

After a day of searching, they almost turned Sylvadora upside down.

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As the sky darkened gradually, a layer of orange-red tinted the horizon, casting a brilliant light that reflected off the sea, turning it crimson.

Alexander's car stopped by the seaside. He leaned against the car, lighting a cigarette.

His face also took on a dazzling hue and his deep eyes revealing a hint of melancholy.

A car pulled up beside him.

Walter got out of the car and walked over to him, as he leaned against the car in the same posture, lighting a cigarette for himself.

After taking a drag, he gazed at the endless horizon and said, "Alexander, you lose her."

Alexander remained silent.

"You shouldn't care, anyway. You still have Getty." Walter said nonchalantly, his tone tinged with jealousy and sarcasm.