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.

instructed people to search the

thirty floors, so finding her

eighteenth floor upwards, while Volume's

through the trash

top floor

sat on the sofa in the lobby, furrowing his brow. Though he didn't say a word, Volume was already sweating profusely beside

"Don't worry, Mr. Kennedy. I've already sent people to check every

eyes, ignoring him, as Volume continued to

returned, he saw the two men sitting there. The atmosphere

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over to Alexander and asked, "What's wrong? Has Quinn disappeared

leaning back into the couch, and lit a

the little mute girl, Quinn, was missing

sat down, picked up a cigarette from the table, and lit

understanding. He glanced at Volume. "You mean she disappeared in the corridor." "Yes, it's

there

head again, awkwardly saying, "Why would we

the parking lot, right? Have you