Love Unspoken

"It doesn't matter. If you don't want to talk, don't. Just figure out a method to return the assets you've transferred," Alexander stated with an icy detachment. Upon hearing this, Walter couldn't suppress a laugh.

"Really, Alexander, do you consider that to be a suitable request?" he asked.

"Your words, not mine, Walter. You're fully aware of the situation, no need to feign innocence. I assure you, this conversation isn't being recorded," Alexander retorted. Walter's hand, clutching a cigarette, froze momentarily. From the instant he had stepped into the car, his dialogue with Alexander had been meticulously guarded.

Alexander was a master of concealment, never revealing his intentions. Walter treaded carefully, always responding to Alexander's statements with caution. He harbored a nagging fear that Alexander might have a concealed recording device, ready to capture any indiscretion. One false step could mean he wouldn't be seeing the outside of the Kennedy family's residence that evening.

Walter was startled by the speed at which Alexander had cut through his motives. He had always known Alexander to be a formidable adversary, which was why he had been strictly adhering to the rules at the firm for the past two years, patiently waiting for his moment. Now, just when Walter thought he had an opening, Alexander had swiftly turned the tables. It was time to reevaluate this man.

Turning to face Alexander, the smile faded from Walter's face, his disheveled hair casting a mysterious shadow over his features. "Alexander, I have a single question for you." "Go ahead."

background?" Walter's tone had shifted, becoming less

furrowed at the

customary smile reappearing. Alexander's silence had spoken

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aspire to be the hero, Alexander, commit fully. But if you choose the path of the villain, be

that, Walter exited the car and strode away without a backward glance. A light, misty rain blurred the

watched the spot where Walter had vanished, his expression inscrutable. The façade between them had been shattered, and the real battle was only just

...

She had drawn herself into a

slight shift in the sofa stirred her. She spun around in alarm, but upon recognizing Alexander, she relaxed slightly, only for a trace of sadness to cloud her eyes once more. "Why are you sleeping here again?" Alexander asked, reaching out to touch her

remaining in her protective