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?"

silence, then Walter

as good as a confession. Quinn's patience

know exactly what I want," Walter

come clean. And don't say it's for

show you,"

wasn't in the mood for more games. She hung up and

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

phone, smiled thoughtfully and turned to his

surprised. "He's in

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

pondering

Calvin stumbled out of a bar, a woman on each

plastered, and the two women were struggling to keep him

it easy,"

not that drunk. I can still show you a good time later," he slurred. The women blushed at his

Calvin towards his car, tripping over their

the shadows behind 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.

straightened up. Something felt off, so he spun

right at him. His face

his gut, the cold steel snapping

attackers didn't care; they were all

the knife tried to

wrist, making him drop the knife. But

grabbed the knife and took a couple of steps back.

The guy hesitated, and Calvin slammed the

guy stumbled back, and another attacker