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

spanning over thirty floors, so finding her

floor upwards, while Volume's people searched from

through the trash cans in the hallways, there was still no

the top floor

the lobby, furrowing his brow. Though he didn't say a word, Volume was

I've already sent people to check every

closed his eyes, ignoring him, as

saw the two men

for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just

to Alexander and asked, "What's wrong?

back into the couch, and

clear that the little mute girl, Quinn, was missing

up a cigarette

Walter got a Quentin understanding. He glanced at Volume. "You mean she disappeared in the corridor." "Yes,

asked, "Isn't there surveillance in

head again, awkwardly saying, "Why would we need surveillance in the

parking lot,