Love Unspoken

'And it's at sea, too. That's perfect for disposing of the body. It's practically like being handed 2 billion dollars for free,' Alistair thought to himself. "Just for these two billion, whoever comes today will die!" Alistair threw the cigarette butt into the sea and then headed into the cabin.

He glanced at Quinn, who was dozing on the sofa, and had someone take her downstairs to hide her, making sure those people couldn't find her. Half an hour later, the search party indeed couldn't find Quinn.

Hetastian said, "Gentlemen, we really can't find this person. As agreed before, have your people step aside. After the ship sets sail, you can go look for her yourselves."

Alexander slightly raised his chin, signaling Walter to have the yachts move aside.

Walter took out his phone, went outside, and made a call.

Before long, the yachts anchored at sea began to scatter. In the darkness, they moved away in a coordinated manner, reminiscent of a celestial ballet being performed in the vast expanse of the sea. Soon, they cleared a path for the cruise ship.

The cruise ship slowly restarted and set sail into the sea.

Hetastian sat with them for a while, but there was little to talk about. He excused himself and went outside to have someone keep an eye on these two individuals, fearing they might cause trouble. Although the yachts had already retreated, who knew what these two were up to? Their identities couldn't be verified, and the presence of those yachts couldn't be underestimated. Hetastian could only take it step by step now.

After Hetastian left, Walter said, "Looks like Landon really wants to kill you."

He didn't understand why that guy brought Quinn onto the cruise ship before, but now it made sense to him.

He wanted to lure Alexander here and then use Hetastian to get rid of Alexander.

When Alexander and his men arrived, Hetastian wouldn't let them cause trouble in the cabin. There would definitely be a conflict with Hetastian. If a fight broke out, Landon could slip away.

If they didn't fight, Alexander would have to retreat. He would stay on the ship to look for Quinn, giving Landon a chance to strike.

At sea, such a perfect place to get rid of the evidence and commit murder, even the bones couldn't be found.

Alexander played with a lighter in his hand; his gaze fixed on a certain spot and his thoughts lost.

After a while, Alexander's movements paused, and he asked, "Have all the people come up?"

Walter nodded slightly. "They should have come up, but definitely not all of them."

Alexander stood up suddenly and walked out. "Let's split up and search."

"Don't die too quickly."

Walter joked from behind, but it was also a sincere warning. This guy's wounds hadn't fully healed yet; and with a mute woman beside him, there was a risk of things going south.

He wasn't worried about Alexander but about what might happen if Alexander died and Landon turned back to deal with him.

Walter initially intended to watch the show from the sidelines, but Alexander's trap also ensnared him unexpectedly.

No matter who it was, betrayal was intolerable; and Landon was no exception.

For now, Walter wasn't interested in making an enemy of Landon.

The cruise ship was large, with five floors and numerous rooms. Finding someone was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Landon sat on the sofa and glanced at his watch.

The atmosphere on this level of the ship had changed; even the discerning could sense the tension in the air. Although they were playing games and entertaining themselves, it was clear that their minds were elsewhere, as if they were waiting for someone.

"We still have ten hours before we disembark." Landon clicked his tongue. It wouldn't be a good time to act if Alexander showed up now.

"Let's get some rest." Alistair poured himself a drink, feeling bored. "Bring the mute girl over; her man is about to die anyway!"

From earlier until now, he still had that little beauty on his mind.

Thinking of her helpless and pitiful crying, Alistair felt a twinge in his heart.