Love Unspoken

Walter casually checked the receipts without even lifting his head as he replied to his subordinate, "Maybe."

"These are the bad accounts Leon left behind. This has never happened before. How come they're all short by a few cents? My eyes are going blind," the employee grumbled. Walter stayed calm, barely reacting.

Meanwhile, in the chairman's office, Kyle and Alexander were deep in conversation.

"Landon met up with Stanley. No clue what they talked about," Kyle said.

Alexander paused his file review, looked up, and asked, "When?"

"Seems like it was the day before yesterday. Want me to contact Stanley?" Kyle offered.

Alexander thought for a moment before replying, "No need. If he's smart, he'll know what to say and what not to say."

"Got it," Kyle nodded, thinking, 'If Stanley betrays us, he'll only screw himself over.'

Kyle then asked, "Mr. Smith seems pretty chill. Is his workload too light?"

Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Yeah."

be swamped and complaining, but

leaning back on the sofa.

Making Walter's

condition has stabilized,"

"Good to know."

reported a few more key updates before

screen, which was

Quinn to paint, and they had paint

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paint, and her

window, paintbrush in

the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow around her. In the light, she looked almost ethereal, like a fairy who might vanish from the painting at any moment. She stared at the canvas, her

serious demeanor, her work looked like scribbles. Abigail couldn't make out

Abigail still praised her, boosting Quinn's confidence and prompting her

set, and the light outside turned a golden hue,

sat across from her, looking at

thought, 'Maybe it's good that she forgets, as long as her condition doesn't worsen. She can

Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! "Abigail, look!" Quinn waved,

could barely make out three figures: two adults