Love Unspoken

Alexander frowned, striding into the room quickly. Once inside, it was empty, with nothing on the bed in the bedroom.

"What's going on?" Volume rubbed his eyes and hurriedly explained, "I was downstairs keeping watch; I didn't see her go down at all!"

He shivered as he lifted his gaze to Alexander, only to meet the man's murderous glare. The sight startled Volume, sending a tremor through him. "I'll check the surveillance footage," he said.

With that, he ran quickly to the monitoring room, calling the hotel manager as he ran.

Volume couldn't figure out what was going on. Quinn was an adult, not a three-year-old; why was Alexander so frantic just because she went missing for a bit?

Sylvadora was chaotic now. But the chaos was in crowded places, not in the vicinity of his hotel, which was very safe.

Despite his thoughts, Volume immediately accessed the surveillance. The footage showed that an hour ago, Quinn had left the room and headed towards the elevator.

But there was no sign of her in the elevator, so it was likely she took the stairs.

For safety, Volume checked the lobby surveillance again to confirm that Quinn hadn't left the lobby. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He copied the surveillance footage and showed it to Alexander, who just glanced at it and tossed the tablet back to him before leaving the room.

people to search the

over thirty floors, so finding her would

floor upwards, while Volume's people searched from

of searching, even rummaging through the trash cans in

the top floor down to

on the sofa in the lobby, furrowing his brow. Though he

worry, Mr. Kennedy. I've already sent people to check every floor. We're looking into the surveillance footage. We'll surely find

eyes, ignoring him,

two men sitting there. The

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walked over to Alexander and asked, "What's

leaning back into the couch, and

the little mute girl, Quinn, was

a cigarette from the

Volume. "You mean she disappeared in the corridor." "Yes, it's

"Isn't there surveillance

saying, "Why

"The stairway leads to the parking lot, right? Have you