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."

snapped back to reality, grabbed her phone, and saw a notification on Facebook.

leaving the Kennedy Group,

Freya rolled up his sleeve and saw a long cut on his arm,

started to clot, but

suddenly thought, 'Why didn't I just let the doc inside the pharmacy do

since she already bought the supplies, asking now would be

Walter's arm, she looked at him again,

down his

leftover items in

we go find Peanut

Walter asked, "If we go straight to Getty,

we do then?"

"Wait," Walter said calmly.

won't be in

straight to the car. Freya

drove them to

he was up to but

made quite an impression at the police station before, so as soon as they arrived, they were