Love Unspoken

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.

a confession. Quinn's patience was wearing thin. "What

know exactly what I want," Walter

You never come clean. And don't say it's for me; I won't buy it," Quinn

I'll show you,"

She hung up and tossed her phone onto

Alexander hadn't told her where he was, it wasn't

his phone, smiled thoughtfully and turned to his right-hand man. "Check

surprised.

ages and hasn't made a move. Doesn't that seem fishy? They're up to something," Walter said. "Got it,

pondering

stumbled out of

late, and the streets were deserted. He was plastered, and the two women were struggling to

it easy," one of them

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

half-carried Calvin towards his car, tripping over

them. Calvin, too busy sweet-talking the ladies, didn't notice a thing. Just as he was about to hop in the car, he suddenly doubled over and started puking, spewing out all the booze he'd just downed. One of the women patted his back, trying to comfort him. "Mr. Lynch, you okay?"

waved her off, wiped his mouth, and straightened up. Something

him. His face changed, and he grabbed the attacker's

quick enough. The knife sank into his gut, the cold steel snapping him back to

and bolted. The attackers didn't care;

the knife tried to push

guy's wrist, making him drop the knife. But two more

and took a couple of steps back. One

open to block the attack. The

stumbled back,