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

hot after leaving the Kennedy Group, being

on the steps outside the pharmacy. Freya rolled up his sleeve and saw a long cut on his arm,

but it was still oozing a

didn't I just let the doc inside the

bought the supplies, asking

Walter's arm, she looked at him again, asking,

pulled down his

stuffed the leftover items in her pocket, saving them for

go find Peanut now?" she

"If we go straight to Getty, you think

do then?"

"Wait," Walter said calmly.

Peanut won't be in danger, right?" Freya asked,

headed straight to the

car, Walter drove them to the police

was up to but went in with

police station before, so as