Love Unspoken

Chapter 1129

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Quinn shoved the phone card away and thumbed through the passport. It didn't look brand new, and the date on the back was still the original one. Quinn was kinda taken aback and gave it another once-over.

She tracked down the delivery station manager to help trace the package's route. Weirdly enough, there was no record of this order on the official site. "That's strange," the manager muttered, thinking he might've messed up. He double-checked, but still nada.

Then he said, "Ask whoever called you. If this order's not in the system, it means the package didn't cfrom Amber Bay. It's just got a shipping label slapped on it." Quinn stared at the passport in her hand and went quiet for a sec. "No need, thanks." "No problem. By the way, you haven't delivered packages for a few days, and they're stacking up here. When you gonna get to them?" the manager asked. "Tomorrow. I walked here today," Quinn replied.

"Got it." After saying goodbye, Quinn stepped out of the delivery station and pocketed the passport.

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She had a pretty good idea who sent it. The only person who could have her passport and send it within the scity was Alexander.

Even though he was miles away from Amber Bay, he still had eyes on everything going down there. So, when he said he had nothing left, he was full of it.

He might've lost the Kennedy Group, but that didn't mean he was broke. Besides losing the chairman gig, he probably had more now than when he was running the Kennedy Group. Turns out, nothing Alexander said was ever true.

Back at the villa, she only found Soren.

No sign of Walter in the living room. She asked Soren, "Where's Walter?" "He went out. I told him to stay put, but he just got a bit better and took off again," Soren replied.

"Out again?" Quinn frowned. Walter didn't have a job and never talked about any business, yet he was always out and still had plenty of cash.

Quinn figured it might be money from the Dixon family. Even though he was tight with them, it seemed unlikely they'd bankroll him like that. So what shady stuff was Walter mixed up in? She remembered the mercenaries he brought to Amber Bay. If he had no clout, he wouldn't have been able to hire them.

Quinn couldn't piece it together and decided not to stress over it.

She went back to her room and pulled out the passport again. She needed to figure out her next move. Abigail called, and Quinn picked up.

"I asked around, and Oliver said he didn't know. It wasn't him," Abigail reported.

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"I know who did it," Quinn said.

"Who?" Abigail asked.

Quinn stared at the ceiling, rolled over, and sighed, "It was Alexander."

Worried Abigail might get the wrong idea, she explained, "He sent it toin your hame. I had no clue." "So that's it. That jerk, why'd he suddenly send you your passport?"

Quinn thought for a bit and said, "He probably figured out you were m helpingswap the phone card and guessed what I was up to."

After all, if she just wanted to change her number, it wouldn't be such a hassle, and she wouldn't need m Abigail's help from Amber Bay. So it was easy to guess she needed the passport to switch the card. "Gotcha. Whenever he heard anything about you, he'd go check it out himself," Abigail said.

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