Love Unspoken

Walter hung up the phone angrily and grabbed his coat before heading out.

Volume contacted all the connections, as did Alexander, searching overnight for Quinn's whereabouts.

There were few surveillance cameras by the seaside.

But one of the cameras captured Quinn's figure as she walked onto the main road wearing that white sweater.

There were no cameras on the road, so they had to check nearby surveillance footage bit by bit.

The search area expanded significantly.

The only fortunate thing was that in the footage where Quinn was captured, she was alone.

She had just wandered off and hadn't been abducted.

Getty rolled her eyes, not understanding why they were so tense. A grown person like Quinn could just take a cab back even if she got lost, right? She casually remarked, "Maybe she'll come back on her own in a while."

As soon as she finished speaking, Walter gave her a cold look.

Getty's smile froze, and then

a hint of threat in his smile, "Getty, you better hope

it to

and continued watching

Alexander stood up straight and walked

followed him. When she reached the door,

Alexander said, "Don't

muttered softly, "Fine, I won't. No need to be so mean." She couldn't

every twist

course, Getty couldn't understand because most people with Alzheimer's who went missing were usually not found

they disappeared. It was like a kind of magic or curse. Even someone with extraordinary abilities couldn't find them, no matter how hard they tried. This was not an exception. Because it

was no sign of Quinn. Walter was also searching. He spent the whole day reviewing surveillance footage, but

each time Quinn's trace was caught on camera, the

finding a needle in a

searching, they

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