Love Unspoken

His actions spoke volumes. He was aware of the tribulations she would face at the Kennedy Residence. Deep within, he comprehended her choice, yet he had chosen to concur.

What was she attempting to demonstrate? Was she seeking affirmation of his understanding, or was she trying to validate his callousness?

Quinn pondered, her gaze fixed on the spot where he had disappeared. A wave of bitterness washed over her.Quinn retreated to the villa. The night's dramatic events had driven everyone to the sanctuary of their bedrooms. She followed suit, locating some attire before indulging in a shower.

As Quinn closed her eyes, a montage of memories flickered in her mind-both pleasant and painful. When she tallied it all, her two-decade tenure with the Kennedys was nothing short of a disaster. Her origins were a mystery, her identity unknown.

One day, she awoke to Ulysses' face, her memory prior to that moment a blank canvas. Ulysses had informed her that she was Quinn, an orphan, and from that point forward, she would be under his wing. Thus, in a state of bewilderment, she arrived at the Kennedy Residence, a place where she was close to the Kennedys but not quite family. Two decades flew by in a haze. Luck never favored her.

Not even the faintest ray of hope remained luminous. It merely dimmed, growing ever distant.... Meanwhile, at The Cube.The VIP lounge was teeming with scantily clad women, their hips swaying in rhythm with the pulsating strobe lights.It had been an age since Spencer had indulged in such extravagant beverages.

He snatched the microphone, immersing himself in the throng of dancers, attempting to match their rhythm. His movements, however, were stiff and clumsy, making him quite the spectacle.Oliver and Alexander sat together, observing the dancers with impassive expressions.Oliver took a sip of his drink, remarking, "I managed to resolve the customs issue and stumbled upon something quite intriguing."

Alexander crossed his legs, casting him a cool glance, "Oh?"Oliver lowered his voice, "The people targeting you aren't in logistics. They're in tech development. Isn't that peculiar?""I'm aware. Tell me something useful."Oliver looked taken aback, thinking, 'Alexander has already been informed. No wonder I was assigned to handle it.Their company doesn't operate domestically, yet they chose to target the Kennedys, which meant it was a personal vendetta, or more specifically, against Alexander himself. There are numerous ways to undermine the Kennedys, so why start with the logistics managed by Alexander?In aiding Alexander, the Vanderbilt family has been dragged into their conflict.'

Oliver paused, choosing his words carefully, "This information could be immensely beneficial to you. Now that I've shared it, don't you think you should reciprocate?"The Vanderbilt family wouldn't go bankrupt over the issue with Abigail, but it had certainly dealt them a blow.

He needed Alexander's assistance. Otherwise, if someone capitalized on their moment of weakness, they could find themselves in dire straits."Whether it's helpful depends on what you have to say," Alexander responded, casually flicking his lighter. The flame cast an intermittent glow on his shadowed, contemplative features.Oliver continued, "Your brother-in-law, Walter, once outsourced a project to a subsidiary of that company."Alexander paused, then turned to look at Oliver. "Oh, really?" Oliver nodded. "Just check when you get back.""The outsourced project. Wasn't it under the accounts of Thalia Corp? If I remember correctly, that's the company your father endowed to Freya as a dowry, right?"Although Thalia Corp was in Freya's name, it still held a significant stake in the Kennedy Enterprise. Its interests were inseparable from the parent company.