Love Unspoken

Quinn gripped her phone tighter and flashed a small smile. "Yeah, sure thing."

She'd kept it together for the past two years, and she could keep doing it. She'd almost completely moved on from Alexander.

No way she was going back to him.

"Alright, don't stay up too late. Get some rest." Walter handed her the phone and took off.

He headed to another room, found one of his guys, and asked about Alexander's whereabouts.

The dude sent to find the necklace had been made. Walter figured Alexander would be flipping out, sending people everywhere, but nope, the guy just went on a trip instead.

Looked like Alexander hadn't found the necklace himself and was just suspicious, not totally sure Quinn was still kicking.

As for the trip, Walter still couldn't figure out what Alexander was up to.

"Alexander's in Las Veges," Colin Torres said in a low voice.

Walter was fiddling with a potted plant. Hearing this, he turned to Colin and asked, "You sure?"

"Yeah, but he's stuck in Elmrest Springs," Colin replied.

Walter went quiet, thinking. He walked to the window, staring out into the dark night.

After a bit, he calmly said, "Take him out."

Colin was shocked. "Do we really have to?"

Walter smirked, "Everyone knows he's traveling. Isn't it normal to run into trouble on the road?"

"Got it. But it's freezing out there, everything's iced over, and we don't have people in that area," Colin reminded.

"Then let him enjoy his last year," Walter said coolly, cracking the window. The howling wind rushed in, making his clothes flap wildly.

He thought of something else and added, "Take more people."

The place where Alexander was staying was buzzing for the New Year. Early in the morning, he got out of bed, walked to the window, and looked outside.

The snow had stopped, but the roads were still a mess.

So he went back to bed.

On the third day, Sean came running in, all excited. "Great news, it hasn't snowed for three days. The ice on the roads is mostly gone. If it stays clear for two more days, we can head out." Alexander just nodded and burrowed back under the covers.

He still couldn't get used to the high-altitude climate. Even doing nothing every day, he was exhausted and out of breath.

During this time, both his physical condition and demeanor had visibly weakened.

Seeing this, Sean just turned off the light and left the room quietly.

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The window was pushed open, letting the cold wind rush in. Trevor jumped in and carefully closed the door.

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Holding his breath, he crept towards the bed. Seeing the faint outline of a figure under the covers, he raised his hand and stabbed down.

A sudden dog bark echoed in the room, startling him and making his hand shake.

The next second, his wrist was grabbed.

Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his wrist, making him drop the knife. At the same time, a kick landed on his gut, sending him flying into the wall. He bounced off and collapsed, spitting out blood. He tried to get up, but then the lights flicked on. Instinctively, he raised his hand to shield his eyes.

After a couple of seconds, he slowly lifted his head, only to see Alexander, who was supposed to be sleeping, now standing in front of him. Dressed in a loose black shirt, Alexander looked down at him.