Love Unspoken

The prospect of Getty's recent ascent to fame being eclipsed by scandal was a daunting one.

The repercussions of such a scandal could be severe, inviting harsh criticism from all corners.

Even with Alexander's considerable influence, if the public were to turn against her, Getty's career in the entertainment industry could be abruptly terminated.

Alexander fell silent for a moment, his gaze shifting to Kyle Astor. "So, what do you think we should do?" he asked.Kyle hesitated, uncertainty clouding his features. "We... we'd have to consult a professional PR team," he finally suggested. Alexander seemed lost in thought for a moment before responding, "For now, don't worry about it.""For now?" Kyle echoed, puzzled by Alexander's seemingly nonchalant approach. If the issue escalated beyond control, it would be too late to address it.

However, seeing Alexander's composed demeanor, Kyle assumed he had his plans and decided not to press the matter further.Switching gears, Kyle broached the subject of company affairs. "Alexander, our company's stock hasn't fallen, but it hasn't risen either.

International, you proposed a press conference. When is that likely to happen?"Alexander slumped into his chair, flipping open a file. "Call

thrown off, but seeing that Alexander had no intention of explaining further, he set off to fetch Grant.After Kyle had left, he relayed the message to Grant Warner. In no time, Grant arrived at the office. However, before he knocked on the door, he noticed Quinn in the adjacent

assigned to this floor yet;

Quinn's presence was intriguing.Grant wasn't entirely oblivious to their affairs; he was aware that Alexander had married the Kennedy's foster daughter under Ulysses's

his affections seemingly reserved for someone else. Those in the know would argue that

towards the door, but it was empty. Confused, she redirected her attention back to the

knocked and entered Alexander's office. "Mr. Warner," he greeted.Alexander was sprawled on a couch, legs crossed, radiating an air of nonchalance. He glanced at Grant and said indifferently, "Take a seat."Grant complied, sitting opposite him. "You wanted to see me?"A subtle smirk played at

a rebound, it won't be enough to sustain the company's financial