Love Unspoken

Chapter 1550

Chapter 1550

The next day, Quinn hit up the beauty salon again, but the staff dropped a bombshell: Getty had quit. "Quit? When?" Quinn asked, eyebrows shooting up.

"Just yesterday, right after you left. She didn't even bother to grab her paycheck," the staff member said.

Quinn's mind raced. Was Getty running because she was scared of getting locked up again, or did she think Quinn was coming for payback?

"Any idea where she went?" Quinn pressed.

"Nope. That's her business," the staff member shrugged.

Quinn nodded, piecing it together. Getty's sudden exit screamed guilt or fear.

If Getty ended up back in prison, no one would be rushing to bail her out.

Quinn sighed, turned on her heel, and left the salon. If she hadn't swung by, she wouldn't have seen Getty at all. If Getty had any brains, they'd probably never cross paths again. Sitting in her car, Quinn felt a mix of frustration and relief.

She had to admit, Walter was a master at stirring the pot. Even if Alexander hadn't busted Getty out, just seeing her dredged up all those old memories, leaving Quinn in a funk. She pulled out her phone and scrolled to Walter's number, wondering if he'd changed it.

She hit dial, and it rang.

A few seconds later, Walter picked up. "Well, this is a surprise. What made you call?"

"Walter, did you spring Getty?" Quinn cut to the chase.

Walter chuckled. "You give me too much credit. I'm not that slick. Did Alexander put that idea in your head?"

Quinn shot back, "You seem to know Getty's out. Shouldn't you be asking when she got released?"

then Walter laughed.

good as a confession. Quinn's patience was wearing thin. "What do you

know exactly what I want,"

clean. And don't say it's for me; I won't buy

I'll show

mood for more games. She hung up and tossed her

her where he was, it wasn't hard to guess. She

and turned

looked surprised. "He's in

made a move. Doesn't that seem fishy? They're up

pondering Alexander's

of a bar, a woman on each

plastered, and the two women were struggling to keep

easy," one

closer. "Don't worry, I'm not that drunk. I can still show you a good time later," he slurred. The women

towards his car, tripping over their

car, he suddenly

and straightened up. Something felt

shiny knife was coming right at him. His face changed, and he

knife sank into his gut, the cold steel snapping him back to

screamed and bolted. The attackers didn't care; they were

the knife tried to push

the knife. But

He grabbed the knife and took a couple of steps back. One attacker missed and lunged

the car door open to block the attack. The guy hesitated, and Calvin slammed the

stumbled back, and another

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