Love Unspoken

His actions spoke volumes. He was aware of the tribulations she would face at the Kennedy Residence. Deep within, he comprehended her choice, yet he had chosen to concur.

What was she attempting to demonstrate? Was she seeking affirmation of his understanding, or was she trying to validate his callousness?

Quinn pondered, her gaze fixed on the spot where he had disappeared. A wave of bitterness washed over her.Quinn retreated to the villa. The night's dramatic events had driven everyone to the sanctuary of their bedrooms. She followed suit, locating some attire before indulging in a shower.

As Quinn closed her eyes, a montage of memories flickered in her mind-both pleasant and painful. When she tallied it all, her two-decade tenure with the Kennedys was nothing short of a disaster. Her origins were a mystery, her identity unknown.

point forward, she would be under his wing. Thus, in a state of bewilderment, she arrived at the Kennedy Residence, a place where she

distant.... Meanwhile, at The Cube.The VIP lounge was teeming with scantily

microphone, immersing himself in the throng of dancers, attempting to match their rhythm. His movements, however, were stiff and clumsy, making him quite the spectacle.Oliver and Alexander sat together, observing the dancers with impassive expressions.Oliver took a sip

in logistics. They're in tech development. Isn't that peculiar?""I'm aware. Tell me something useful."Oliver looked taken aback, thinking, 'Alexander has already been informed. No wonder I was assigned to handle it.Their company doesn't operate domestically, yet they chose to

you. Now that I've shared it, don't you think you should reciprocate?"The Vanderbilt family wouldn't go bankrupt over

on his shadowed, contemplative features.Oliver continued, "Your brother-in-law, Walter, once outsourced a project to a subsidiary of that company."Alexander paused, then turned to look at Oliver. "Oh, really?" Oliver nodded.