Love Unspoken

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Getty found herself at a loss for words, her incredulous gaze fixed on Alexander. "Why?" she implored, "If you

can be so kind to me, why wouldn't it pain you to seewed another?" He responded with a grave seriousness

that chilled her to the bone. "Because | cannot marry you."

His words hit Getty like a sledgehammer, shattering her heart into fragments that seemed to sink into a

bottomless abyss. A dull, indescribable pain welled up within her, too profound for words. She opened her mouth

to speak, but then cast her eyes downward, as if acknowledging the futility of further words. After all, she had

voiced her feelings many times before, only to be met with his calm, seemingly heartless responses. Was he

merely exploiting her inability to leave him? "I understand," she said at last. With that, she opened the car door

and trudged towards the hotel, her silhouette a testament to her unspoken desolation. Alexander watched as her

figure disappeared through the hotel doors. He leaned against the car window, fumbled for a cigarette, and lit it,

quietly exhaling rings of smoke into the night air.

Quinn had been residing at the villa for three days, and Alexander had yet to return. Each day, Kyle Astor would

bring her meals, patiently waiting until she had finished eating before departing. In the afternoons, Doctor

Hughes would make his daily rounds, inspecting her wounds. The scars on her face had begun to flake away,

leaving only faint red marks. The scab on her knee, however, would require more tto heal.

When Quinn was alone, she would recline on the couch, an arm draped over her eyes, while the murmuring

voices from the television filled the room. Suddenly, she heard the television announcer mention a rising starlet

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and her enigmatic boyfriend. Quinn glanced instinctively at the screen, where a few blurred photos were

displayed. Despite the pixelation, she recognized the two figures immediately - it was Getty and Alexander.

So, they had been together these past three days. Quinn redirected her gaze and reached for the remote,

turning off the television. Meanwhile, the stock market had been relentlessly punishing the Landry Corporation,

with its shares plummeting almost daily. Any slight recoveries were quickly followed by drastic drops.

Rumors began to circulate among the public - was the Landry Corporation on the brink of collapse? However,

considering the corporation's size, it seemed unlikely that it could be so easily toppled. If it did indeed collapse,

the thought of the countless jobs lost and the affiliated banks that would be dragged into a financial crisis was

staggering. Thus, the idea of a collapse was dismissed. Yet, the stock would occasionally surge before dropping

erratically once more. It was clear to any discerning observer that someone was manipulating the market.

Wayne summoned Alexander once again. "Take a look at this," he demanded, pointing to the stock trend graph

on his computer. "Who's messing with us?" Alexander frowned at the screen. "Not sure yet, still investigating."

"Alexander, your efficiency is slipping. If you're not up to the job, just resign and go home! Stop giving me

excuses!" Wayne snapped.

"Okay," Alexander responded simply. His response caught Wayne off guard, leaving him uncertain of Alexander's

intentions. "Okay? What do you mean 'okay'?"

"Here's my resignation letter." Alexander pulled an envelope from his jacket and placed it on Wayne's desk.

"You..." For a moment, Wayne felt as if he might explode. "When did you prepare a resignation letter?"

Alexander replied calmly, "I've had it ready for a while. | figured this day would ceventually."

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