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?"

was a brief silence, then Walter laughed.

confession. Quinn's patience was wearing

know exactly what I want,"

You never come clean. And don't say

show

She hung up and tossed her

it wasn't hard to guess. She

turned to his right-hand man.

looked surprised. "He's in

been 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 check," Colin

pondering Alexander's

later, Calvin stumbled out of a bar,

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

easy," one

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 at

half-carried Calvin towards his car, tripping over their own

bunch of figures crept up from 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. One of the

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

coming right at him. His face

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

women screamed and bolted. The attackers

the knife tried to push it in

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

and took a couple of steps back. One attacker missed

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

back, and another attacker