Love Unspoken

Alexander was like, "Landon's been outta the country for ages. No way he's got any pull here. He wouldn't stick around and train these hitmen. If it ain't Walter, who else could it be?" Besides those two, no one else would have the guts to try and off him.

Sean nodded, thinking it made sense. He asked, "Aren't we in deep trouble now?"

He thought in his mind, 'There's a ton of them, and it's just us two. Plus, Alexander's still so weak.'

So he suggested, "Maybe we should head back first?"

Alexander shot him a look that screamed, "Figure it out yourself."

With a loud slap echoing in the room, Colin's face puffed up instantly. He dropped to his knees, covering his face, too scared to say a word.

Walter closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and soon his face was back to normal.

Smiling, he leaned in a bit and put a hand on Colin's shoulder. "I told you to get more people, and you only got two more?"

Colin mumbled, "I didn't expect it either. Just two of them, and they're so hard to kill."

Walter snapped, "What can you do? Last time, you botched stealing the necklace and got us suspected. Now, when I asked you to kill him, you basically told him I'm still kicking." With every word, Colin's head hung lower.

Walter gave him a solid pat on the shoulder, saying, "Colin, you working for Alexander or what?"

Colin's face went pale, and he shook his head like crazy, shouting, "No! It's a misunderstanding! I'm innocent!" Walter straightened up and walked to the window. Only God knew how he resisted the urge to strangle Colin. Walter demanded coldly, "Get back to Sylvadora."

Colin looked up in shock and hurriedly pleaded, "Give me one more chance. I'll definitely kill him this time!" "Get out," Walter stated.

Colin scrambled up from the ground and retreated in a panic.

As soon as he left, there was a loud crash in the room, like something had been smashed.

Quinn lay on the bed, messing with her phone. It had been so long since she used it that she almost forgot how.

She tried to log into her old Facebook account but failed. She wondered how Abigail was doing.

After trying for a while, she sighed and tossed the phone aside, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

After a bit, she suddenly had a thought. She picked up her phone again, opened the new Facebook app, and entered Abigail's phone number in the search bar.

To her surprise, she actually found Abigail's account. She was stoked and clicked to add her as a friend.

She waited for a long time, almost falling asleep, but Abigail hadn't accepted. She began to wonder if Abigail had also changed her account.

The next morning, as she casually picked up her phone, she noticed that Abigail had accepted her friend request.

Quinn was over the moon and quickly opened the message from Abigail. It was short: [Who is this?]

The message made Quinn's heart skip a beat. She nervously held her phone, unsure of how to respond. She decided not to reply right away and instead checked Abigail's timeline. There was nothing special, mostly posts saying, "When will that jerk die!"

Although she didn't name names, Quinn had a good idea of who she was talking about.

Reading those angry words, Quinn wasn't sure whether to feel touched or to laugh.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.