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

the villa, she only found

sign of Walter in the living room.

went out. I told him to stay put, but he just got a bit better

a job and never talked about any business, yet he was always out and still had plenty of

them, it seemed unlikely they'd bankroll him like that. So what shady stuff was Walter mixed

Amber Bay. If he had no clout, he wouldn't have

and decided not to stress

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

and Quinn picked

he didn't

know who did