Love Unspoken

Upon hearing a word that struck a sour note, a slight furrow creased Alexander's brow.

He cast a warning glance in Getty's direction, his eyes a silent reprimand. Unfazed, Getty feigned ignorance, her lips puckering into a pout.

"Come on now, let's go. You promised to clear your schedule and spend these days with me," she reminded him.

Without uttering a response, Alexander slipped his phone into his pocket and obediently trailed after her. News of Alexander's excursion with Getty inevitably reached Walter's ears.

Freya, her voice laced with a bitter edge, seethed with indignation. "Can you believe he's off pampering his mistress at a time like this? How can he be so audacious?" she fumed.

Walter merely quirked a lip in response. What else could it be? He's just trying to wash his hands of the whole affair."

this thing has blown up big time," Freya approached him, thrusting her tablet into his hands. They had vacated the Kennedys' residence the previous day, and the trio had comfortably settled into

scenery had done wonders for Freya's spirits, and any residual guilt or remorse she harbored towards Valerie

contents before handing it back to her. "It's no small matter, and Xavier won't let this go. Both of his kids are dead,"

taking a nosedive.

responded. Freya's memory was jogged by his words. Yes, Valerie had indeed attempted to reach Wayne that morning. "Yeah," she confirmed. "That's it then. The staff saw her, and with his hasty share transfer, he's now the prime suspect. If they can't find

off, leaving the sentence hanging ominously in the air. Freya recalled the phone call too-Valerie, her voice choked with tears and

The finger of blame could only point in his

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"Looks like it," Walter replied, casting a sidelong glance at her. Freya's gaze drifted into the distance, her eyes

a hint of a smirk. "Walter, I'm going to run to the grocery store. Can you watch Harold while