Love Unspoken

Alexander sat in silence, his expression unchanging as he shot a brief glance in her direction. Despite the lack of visible emotion, Quinn could sense a chilling aura emanating from him, laced with an implicit warning. Quinn responded by pursing her lips and subtly shifting her gaze away.

"Alexander, she looks like a student. Are you certain she's of age?" someone quipped, attempting to lighten the mood. "Alexander certainly knows how to throw a party."

Alexander coolly responded, "And how, pray tell, do you know she's a student?"

Caught off guard, the man stammered, "Is she truly a student?"

Alexander's laugh echoed through the room, devoid of any genuine warmth. "Given everyone's capacity for alcohol here, I'd wager we could all drink until dawn without any repercussions."

The man continued, "Haha, I'm not as young as I used to be. I need to take care of my health. It's best not to drink too heavily, even with a high tolerance. After all, this is a social gathering, not a drinking contest." His tone shifted subtly, "But, you know, it's rare that we get to let loose like this. Without some novelty, the drinks lose their appeal."

"An interesting point, but..." Alexander turned to Galen, "If you're going to invite my assistant, why bring such a decorative piece? Are you hoping to see me lose?"

an air of calm, "My apologies, Alexander. I wasn't aware that

its cover. Quinn may appear fragile, but as Alexander's assistant, she must have

would lose if she participated. Struggling to find the right words, Quinn remained silent.

nonchalantly, "Does it really

for

we win, the terms of our partnership must change. We should receive at least an additional five percent, correct?" Alexander smiled, "Then why

"Are you suggesting, Alexander, that you're no

no profit?" The man was taken aback, "Well, the point of a partnership is to make money; it's just a matter of how much. If you're implying you won't make a dime,

rather greedy. I'm not willing

the complete experience all for free. The

curious to know who came up with this rule and who agreed to it. Was it you,

accusation was directed squarely at Galen, whose expression wavered