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.

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

villa, she only

in the living room. She asked

him to stay put, but he just got a bit better and

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

he was tight with them, it seemed unlikely they'd bankroll him like that. So

remembered the mercenaries he brought to Amber Bay. If he had

piece it together and decided not to

pulled out the passport again.

called, and Quinn

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

know who did