Love Unspoken

Upon laying eyes on Ruby, Getty's face turned sour. A surge of jealousy welled up within her. At the company,, she was the one who held sway over everyone, including Kyle. Yet, Ruby seemed impervious to her influence. Getty had always viewed Ruby and Quinn as her main competitors.

Ruby, however, appeared to disregard Getty entirely, not even deigning to give her a glance. This only served to stoke the fires of Getty's resentment.

"Alexander, why are you choosing her over me?" Getty voiced her protest.

Ruby finally acknowledged her. "If Getty could alleviate some of my workload, I would be more than pleased. Why not let Getty take the reins in this negotiation?" she proposed.

Getty was taken aback. She was clueless about the intricacies of the business. 'Negotiate what?' she pondered.

Alexander rose from his seat, reaching out to affectionately tousle Getty's hair. "Enough with the complaints. You should rest at home. I'll be back in three days."

Getty pouted, shooting Ruby a disgruntled look. Ruby returned her gaze with a professional smile, unwavering. She was a challenge unlike any Getty had ever encountered.

Without further delay, Alexander exited the room, with Ruby trailing behind him.

Getty turned to Kyle, her annoyance evident. "Why aren't you accompanying them?"

"There's no need for me to go," Kyle responded succinctly.

intensifying. "So, it's just the two of

confirmed with a

Getty muttered under

the strong. Getty wouldn't dare to confront Ruby directly. Ruby's exceptional business acumen was highly regarded by Alexander,

to her own limitations. There were countless more appealing women out there, yet she had managed to capture Alexander's attention.

Alexander ended up with Ruby,

period, Kyle was well aware of her exceptional intelligence and emotional acuity. Not even the craftiest fox could outwit

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had been away for three days, coinciding with Quinn's confinement for

Quinn's worries. Any ordinary person would be overwhelmed by hunger after a single day,

the second day, she had collapsed in the dark, confined space, losing

struggling to focus. The gnawing hunger she had experienced before

squinted against the harsh light. This was not the familiar surroundings of

sudden wave of panic washed over her. Quinn tried to rise, only to find herself bound. Looking

too tightly. Despite the raw abrasions on her wrists and ankles, she couldn't