Love Unspoken

Freya paused, her voice filled with uncertainty. "Me? What can I do?"

"You own shares, don't you? Liquidate them and use the proceeds to cover Walter's deficit."

Her eyes widened slightly as she mulled over his proposition.

'My shares... They're my bargaining chip within the Kennedy family. Selling them would leave me with nothing,' she contemplated internally.

Alexander reclined, nonchalantly toying with a coffee Sebastian, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on her. "Unwilling to let them go? Then there's nothing we can do. It appears he's not as important to you as you claim." Freya was conflicted. "But the shares I possess... they're not that valuable."

"Regardless of their worth, they can fill a portion of the gap. We can figure out the rest later, can't we?"

She gnawed at her lip, her expression the epitome of anguish. On one hand, she had her stake in the family enterprise, and on the other, the man she cherished. It was a choice that tormented her.

"I need to ponder over it," Freya confessed, unable to make an immediate decision.

"Take your time, but remember, time is running out," he cautioned. "If you delay, Walter might vanish any day now, and then you'll lose him forever."

Freya blinked, her determination to sell her shares faltering slightly.

to? Who can produce that kind of money

thought. I can assist you,"

were enigmatic, like the depths of a tranquil lake that she couldn't penetrate. However, he was her brother, and Freya never questioned her brother's

of silence, Freya clenched her teeth, shut her eyes, and drew a deep breath, "I'll have

the corners of Alexander's lips, but he remained

She collected the heap of documents on the table and rose

to yourself, Walter included. If Dad gets wind of this, you

tightening. She then quickly turned and

was past four in the afternoon when Alexander made his

his office,

skimmed through the files on his desk and casually

compile it. I'll have it brought over," Ruby responded, picking up the intercom and dialing, "Quinn, the files I asked you to arrange this morning? If they're ready, print them and bring them here directly. Don't send them to me. Alexander

Quinn's name caused

nothing to do, so I assigned her some simple tasks. It's not good for

as he continued to rummage through his desk, "Alexander, are you searching for something else?" "A

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