Love Unspoken

"It's really you!" Sean said, giving Quinn the once-over. No way he had the wrong person; Buddy and Liberty wouldn't screw this up.

Quinn let go of Buddy, stared at Sean for a sec, then hopped on her horse. "You got the wrong person," she said, ice-cold.

Before she could ride off, Sean grabbed the reins. He was practically begging, "We've been looking for you forever. Mr. Kennedy's been searching for over a year! He's worn out eight pairs of shoes!" Quinn's eyes flashed with impatience. "I told you, wrong person. Now move!"

Sean ignored her and kept going, "Have you seen Mr. Kennedy? We can't reach him. He was heading this way yesterday, and I've been searching all night."

Quinn thought of Alexander, who she'd seen earlier. He'd rushed out of the hotel without his coat, probably left his phone too.

While Sean was yapping, she snatched the reins and steered her horse towards the field. "Try looking southwest. I don't know," she said.

She took off, leaving Sean in the dust. He scratched his head. "Southwest?" he muttered. 'Didn't she say she didn't know?'

Quinn raced back to the villa. Before she even got to the yard, she saw Soren at the door, looking around with a hat on.

Seeing Quinn, he rushed up like she was a lifeline. "You're finally back. Where've you been all night?"

Quinn dismounted quickly. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Walter called me in the middle of the night, asking if you were home. Scared the crap outta me," Soren said, relieved. Quinn's face changed a bit. "What did you say?"

"I said you were here. Luckily, you're back now. Get inside. He hasn't returned yet," Soren said.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Hearing Walter hadn't come back, Quinn sighed in relief. She handed the horse to Soren and ran inside to shower and change.

In the bathroom, she still couldn't calm down. 'How did Alexander find this place? Coincidence, or did he know and pretend?'

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Walter must've known Alexander was here, which is why he went out in the middle of the night to hunt him down.

Quinn closed her eyes and turned the shower to full blast, the water stinging her cheeks.

Walter hadn't returned yet, not because he chased far, but because their car got stuck in the mud.

He stood on the grass, arms crossed, watching the tow truck crew. His face was stone-cold.

His guys behind him could tell he was in a foul mood.

They hadn't chased far. The tires picked up mud on the uneven grassland, and the car got stuck in a water pit.

After a busy night, they had to call a tow truck, which was also struggling.

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Walter ignored him, eyes still on the cars stuck in the mud. The wind lifted his shoulder-length hair as he spoke, "Are you all useless?"

His voice was calm, but it felt like a statement.

His subordinates didn't dare to speak.

Walter took a deep breath, turned, and walked to a car parked by the roadside.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, radiating anger.

He'd almost killed Alexander, but a moment of carelessness let him escape, making him feel like an idiot.

Just as stupid as those useless subordinates.