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.

probably had more now than when he was running the Kennedy Group. Turns out, nothing Alexander

at the villa, she only found

living room. She asked Soren, "Where's

to stay put, but he just got a bit better and took off again,"

and never talked about any

it might be money from the Dixon family. Even though he was tight with them, it seemed unlikely

Bay. If he had no clout,

couldn't piece it together and decided not to stress over

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

and

and Oliver said he didn't know. It wasn't him," Abigail

did