Love Unspoken

Quinn shoved the phone card away and thumbed through the passport. It didn't look brand new, and the date on the back was still the original one. Quinn was kinda taken aback and gave it another once-over.

She tracked down the delivery station manager to help trace the package's route. Weirdly enough, there was no record of this order on the official site. "That's strange," the manager muttered, thinking he might've messed up. He double-checked, but still nada.

Then he said, "Ask whoever called you. If this order's not in the system, it means the package didn't come from Amber Bay. It's just got a shipping label slapped on it." Quinn stared at the passport in her hand and went quiet for a sec. "No need, thanks."

"No problem. By the way, you haven't delivered packages for a few days, and they're stacking up here. When you gonna get to them?" the manager asked. "Tomorrow. I walked here today," Quinn replied.

"Got it."

After saying goodbye, Quinn stepped out of the delivery station and pocketed the passport.

She had a pretty good idea who sent it. The only person who could have her passport and send it within the same city was Alexander.

Even though he was miles away from Amber Bay, he still had eyes on everything going down there. So, when he said he had nothing left, he was full of it.

Kennedy Group, but that didn't mean he was broke. Besides losing the chairman gig, he probably had more now than when he was

villa, she

sign of Walter in the living room. She asked

put, but he just got a bit better and took

talked about any business, yet he was always out and still had

be money from the Dixon family. Even though he was tight with them, it seemed unlikely they'd bankroll him like

to Amber Bay. If he had no clout, he wouldn't have been able to hire

and decided

room and pulled out the passport again. She needed to figure out

called, and Quinn

said he didn't know. It

know who did it," Quinn