Love Unspoken

Quinn awoke to find the bed beside her cold and empty. Pushing herself upright, she noticed her phone resting on the nightstand. The screen displayed a full battery and the time: noon. A surge of urgency propelled her out of bed, and she hastily dressed before setting off for the hospital.

As she filled out the registration forms, Quinn toyed with the idea of reaching out to Abigail on WhatsApp for a loan. But just as she was about to send the message, she noticed a money transfer notification from Alexander. Opening the message, she found that he had sent her fifty thousand dollars. It wasn't a large sum, but considering her account balance was insufficient even for the registration fee, she reluctantly accepted the transfer.

Upon hearing the alert, Alexander checked his phone and saw that Quinn had accepted the transfer. The words "Payment Received" flashed on the screen, eliciting an involuntary smile from him.

Just then, Kyle entered the room, a stack of documents in his hands. "Alexander," he began, "Here are the photos from last night's surveillance footage. We've located those two individuals."

Alexander took the files from Kyle, his expression darkening as he flipped through the photos. The underpass, where the incident had occurred, was not covered by any nearby cameras. The footage they had was taken from a distance and was somewhat fuzzy, but it was enough to get a sense of what had transpired.

Kyle was grumbling under his breath. Alexander had ignored his calls the previous night, leading him to wonder if his boss had stopped caring about Quinn's fate. Kyle had been working for Alexander for a long time, and while he was often unsure about his boss's intentions, he knew that when it came to Quinn, Alexander was fiercely protective.

the photos back onto the table, Alexander

up," Kyle replied. "What's the plan? Hand them over to the cops,

chair. "Let's have

fifteen minutes, and the

the cacophony of barking dogs and howling wolves was audible. Inside, snakes and crocodiles were housed in see-through containers. Kyle was no stranger to this place, but it never failed to send a chill down his spine. This was no ordinary villa-it was

snarled at them. As they trembled, the barking and howling gradually ceased. The large dogs, sensing something, settled down one by one, wagging

gaze to see a tall figure approaching. The man was dressed in a sharp suit and a form-fitting brown overcoat, which accentuated his long legs. Alexander approached the two men, his expression unreadable, looking at them as

sir, we don't think we've crossed you, have we?" they stammered, their voices shaking under his formidable

and asked coolly, "Do you know who I

unison. "No, no clue, sir. Why did