Love Unspoken

Chapter 113

"Are you on your way to a meeting?" Getty inquired. With a noncommittal grunt, Alexander confirmed her assumption. His meeting was scheduled two floors below. The elevator chimed its arrival, the metallic doors sliding open with a whisper. Without uttering another word, he stepped out and disappeared from sight.As soon as Alexander was out of sight, Getty's facade of cordiality disintegrated.

Her face hardened into a stony expression, a silence enveloping her until they reached the sub-basement level, a place devoid of surveillance cameras. Only then did Getty risk a sidelong glance at Quinn.

Quinn, burdened by a box and unable to see the path ahead, was oblivious to Getty's icy smirk. Suddenly, she felt a foot deliberately trip her. She stumbled, the box slipping from her grasp and scattering its contents across the cold concrete floor. With a jarring thud, she landed awkwardly, a sharp pain radiating from her wrists and knees.

"Oh, my, you're such a klutz," Getty exclaimed, feigning surprise as she towered over the fallen Quinn. "You've broken my stuff."Quinn bit her lip, her face smeared with dust from the floor. It took several deep, calming breaths for her to regain her composure.

She picked herself up, dusted off her clothes, and shot Getty a defiant look.Getty merely raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with provocation. "What are you looking at me for? Aren't you going to pick up my things?"

her gaze fixed on Getty. The smug look on Getty's face was a chilling reminder of their first encounter. The scene was eerily similar. Back

to pick up my things." Choosing to ignore Getty's command, Quinn turned to leave. Getty, however, was not about to let

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turned her head, glaring at Getty. Ever since Abigail had confronted Getty, Quinn's life had been a whirlwind of chaos, all thanks to Getty. She had lost her job, her friends, and now Juliet was gone.As these thoughts flooded Quinn's mind, a wave

fell hard. As she went down, Getty's nails dug into Quinn, dragging her down as well. They both

unbearable. Getty's ankle injury hadn't fully healed. When she

her own pain, Quinn glanced at Getty, who was also unable to stand,

her complaints flowing amidst sobs."That dummy, she

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