Love Unspoken

Abigail sneered, "What could he have done? He's chillin', handed the company over to Getty, and went off to have a blast. I just didn't expect him to find you." Quinn, totally floored, asked, "He handed the company over to Getty?"

Abigail scoffed, "Yeah, that jerk, always acting all lovey-dovey and desperate. Everyone thought he was head over heels for you, but he just handed the whole company to Getty. Now the Kennedy Group's almost bankrupt, and you didn't even know?"

Quinn pressed her lips together and stayed quiet.

She had no clue. She never paid attention to the Kennedy Group or any news about the Kennedy family.

He actually gave the company to Getty, still as generous as ever to Getty. So why did he come here?

There was a long silence on the phone before Abigail spoke again, "Quinn, what's up? You haven't forgiven him and gotten back together with him, have you?" "No."

Hearing this, Abigail let out a sigh of relief. "Good, don't ever get back with that jerk."

"I won't," Quinn replied.

"Isn't living solo just fine for you?" Abigail asked.

Quinn held the phone and smiled. The sunlight on her body felt kinda warm.

he was acting weird. How

a moment before replying, "I

to gain sympathy, far from the proud,

know what he just said?"

"What?" Abigail asked.

recounted the conversation earlier to Abigail. Abigail stayed quiet for a moment before bursting

he really say that? It's too funny," Abigail said,

she added, "That's easy. Next time, get a rope and tie him up at the museum entrance. He's so fierce, he'd be great at guarding the door." Back at the villa, Quinn saw the door and felt a bit

outside for several minutes

head and pretending to nap.

her steps, trying to sneak upstairs. However, after just a few steps, Walter's voice came from behind.

look. Walter had opened his

dried blood on

everything. He

badly

the blood on her waist, which Alexander had gotten on her last night. "Don't you already know how

"Are you accusing

asked first," Quinn