Love Unspoken

Quinn was still looking for Alexander.

But Landon pulled her and made her change into a strange outfit. Furry crop top with a navel cutout, furry white shorts, and a hat with bunny ears.

Quinn looked at herself in the mirror, feeling like she had turned into a rabbit.

Landon said, "Let's go."

Landon pulled her out.

By now, the cruise ship had already set sail, the huge ship slowly moving across the sea towards the boundless ocean.

Quinn followed him, passing through the crowd and corridors, going up two floors to the top floor.

There were guards here; and the two were stopped as soon as they approached.

Landon took out a black card from his pocket; and when the guards saw what he had in his hand, they let him pass.

Quinn followed him upstairs in a daze.

Upon reaching the top, the atmosphere on this floor changed.

No longer brightly lit like below, the lighting on this floor was dim, with a hint of gloom.

The people here were dressed strangely. They were casually passing by a man in a black leather jacket, half of his face covered in terrifying tattoos, which looked particularly eerie in the dim light. Quinn held onto Landon's arm in fear. Landon remained calm, leading her forward to the central hall.

As soon as they entered, smoke filled the air; various perfumes mixed with the smell of smoke, making Quinn feel nauseous.

The hall was filled with numerous tables, and many people gathered around it. Some were placing bets, some were rolling dice, and others were dancing. There were even bartenders. Quinn had seen these scenes on TV before; this was probably a casino.

Landon led her past those gambling tables to a secluded booth in the corner.

"Mr. Kennedy is here."

There were already a few people seated in the place. The man at the head was burly, with a scar on his face. He was holding a cigar and greeted Landon with a smile. Landon straightened his suit and sat down in his place. "How did you manage to get to a place like this."

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The scarred man chuckled. "This place is great; you can have whatever you want."

With that, the scarred man glanced at Quinn next to him. "Why did you bring a little sister here, your girlfriend?"

Landon picked up the wine glass on the table. "She's someone else's."

The scarred man's smile turned even more lecherous. "Could it be for me?"

Landon glanced at the scarred man. "If you're not afraid of death, you can take her away."

This remark provoked the man, who took a deep drag on his cigar, then tossed it into the ashtray with a flick and said, "Hey! I might fear a lot of things; but death isn't one of them. Come here, young lady!" Seeing his fierce appearance, Quinn naturally refused to go over; she huddled next to Landon, tightly gripping his sleeve.

Seeing this, Alistair Blackwood couldn't help but laugh. "See, you can't take Landon's words at face value. Look at how close they are; it's hard to believe she's someone else's girlfriend."

With that, the people around laughed.

Seeing the young girl who could be killed with a slap, Alistair felt a dryness in his throat. He said to Landon, "Mr. Kennedy, are you willing to let her go to me?"

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"Really?"

"Why don't you try and find out?"

Immediately, Alistair signaled to his subordinate beside him, who promptly approached Quinn. With a firm grip on her arm, he began pulling her away.

Quinn held onto Landon's arm and refused to let go, shaking her head desperately.

Landon remained indifferent.

His men pried her hand open, easily lifted her, and dragged her unsteadily to Alistair's side, throwing her on the sofa with great force, her hat falling off her head. Quinn immediately got up to run. But Alistair hugged her waist and pulled her back, pressing her onto his lap.

He smelled of smoke and strong sweat, which made Quinn's stomach churn.

Noticing the redness around her eyes but the lack of any sound, Alistair sensed something was amiss. "Is she mute?"