Love Unspoken

Hearing Alexander's reasoning, a few people exchanged glances.

"Yeah, that's one of our concerns too. That's why we're here to ask if what Stanley said in his letter about you forging and altering the will is true," John said.

Alexander rubbed his temples and sighed. "Stanley left this letter and vanished, and it just happened to end up with you. Let's not even talk about the will right now; I'm starting to think this letter might be fake." "This is definitely Stanley's handwriting," John insisted.

Alexander shot back, "Handwriting can be forged. People can fake famous paintings, historical artifacts, even money. A letter is nothing.

"If you think Stanley's disappearance is my doing, or if you believe I altered the will, then find the evidence or the real will. Show me hard proof, and I'll face the consequences. But don't interrogate me here," Alexander added coldly. "I've already told you, this is just a routine inquiry, not an interrogation. We hope you'll cooperate," John said.

Alexander laughed. "If I wasn't cooperating, I wouldn't be sitting here wasting my time. I've said all I need to say. If you have more questions, talk to my lawyer."

Kyle had been watching from outside, feeling the tension and worrying for Alexander.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Kyle turned around quickly and saw it was Walter. He sighed in relief. "You scared me. What do you want?"

Walter glanced at the meeting room and smiled. "I heard Mr. Kennedy's in some trouble, so I came to check. How's it going?"

"I don't know," Kyle replied. He couldn't hear what was being said inside. Suddenly, he turned to Walter again and asked, "Is this your doing?"

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walked past

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didn't respond,

the meeting room door suddenly opened, and Alexander

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