Love Unspoken

Chapter 1337

Freya strolled out of the pharmacy and stuck her hand out towards Walter.

Walter eyed her fingers, then her face. He was totally clueless about what she wanted this time. Freya said, "Eighty-five bucks, just give me eighty."

He just stared at her, not saying a word.

Freya, getting impatient, snapped, "You seriously won't even give me eighty bucks?"

That was her day's pay. Without Walter's two hundred grand, she had to pinch every penny.

Her brain was all about money; every thought was about cash.

She'd do anything to make money, even work at a nightclub. But they didn't want her.

She'd tried getting a job at a fancy nightclub before, but she couldn't even get past the bouncer.

She could get into the mid to low-end clubs, but they didn't want her 'cause she had a kid, or 'cause she'd given birth.

She couldn't go to the bottom-tier places 'cause the clients there were old dudes and low-wage workers, and the pay sucked. A hundred bucks a pop, with thirty bucks taken out, was a no-go for her. She'd rather sweep the streets. While she was lost in thought, Walter said, "I transferred it."

saw a notification on Facebook. She tapped it and saw it was exactly eighty bucks, not a

like Walter wasn't doing too hot after leaving the

his sleeve

clot, but

quick disinfection and bandaging, Freya suddenly thought, 'Why didn't I just let the

already bought the supplies, asking now would

she looked at him again, asking, "Any

down his sleeve.

items in

we go find Peanut now?"

asked, "If we go straight to Getty, you think

we do then?"

"Wait," Walter said calmly.

won't be in danger, right?"

ignored her and headed straight to

getting in the car, Walter drove them to the police station to report the

what he was up to but went

station before, so as soon as