Love Unspoken

Walter nodded in affirmation. "Alexander has always had a keen eye for character. Now that I've had the pleasure of meeting you, I see the truth in his assessment. Quentin Ford, you are indeed a fascinating individual."

At this, Volume's hearty laughter filled the air, his amusement evident. "Careful with your praise, I'm prone to letting it go to my head," he warned, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"I've had the opportunity to peruse the bid book you submitted, Quentin Ford," Walter continued, smoothly transitioning into business matters. "The plan is commendable. In line with our thoughts, we propose initiating trials in two cities. If the results are promising, we can then gradually expand the scope of the plan."

Volume was momentarily taken aback. He hadn't anticipated diving into business discussions so promptly, especially when he was still in the midst of receiving flattery.

The tourism industry in Sylvadora had ceased to satisfy his ambitions. He yearned to branch out, but was hindered by a lack of resources and connections in other regions. The mere task of land acquisition could potentially span a century. And that was without considering other enterprises and competitors. Attempting to claim a share in unfamiliar territories, without substantial support, was a recipe for disaster. \

Nevertheless, a partnership with Kennedy Enterprise could help alleviate these challenges. Even if he had to play second fiddle and reap lesser benefits, it would still be more profitable than his current operations in Sylvadora. Why else would he have made such a grand gesture of personally welcoming them at the airport?

Volume proposed, "You've all had a long journey. Allow me to escort you to your hotel for some rest. We can delve into the details of our potential collaboration later tonight. Does that sound agreeable?" Walter had no objections. "That works for me."

After all, he was the one leading these negotiations, and Alexander appeared indifferent.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Walter was well aware that their discussions were not solely about business dealings with Volume in Sylvadora.

Volume chuckled, a thought occurring to him. "Ah, Alexander, Sylvadora has been somewhat unsafe of late. I'd advise you to keep a watchful eye on the young lady in your company."

Walter's interest was piqued. "What do you mean?"

Volume sighed, a hint of melancholy in his voice. "With the New Year approaching, we have an influx of tourists. Sylvadora, being a border town next to Simuland City, has become a hotspot for human traffickers. Many young tourists have gone missing. Some are found, but they're often tortured beyond recognition. The less fortunate ones lose their lives. In short, it's best to steer clear of the more remote areas."

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Upon hearing this, Quinn cast a worried glance at Alexander.

Alexander, noticing her concern, took her wrist and played with her watch. "Don't take this off," he instructed.

Quinn nodded, indicating her understanding.

She hadn't anticipated such danger when Alexander had suggested a trip to Sylvadora.

As she gazed out the window, the picturesque scenery struck her. Sylvadora was a stark contrast to Amber Bay, with vibrant flowers dotting the landscape.

The roadside was lined with flowering trees, their fallen petals carpeting the sidewalks like a colorful carpet. The sky was a clear, brilliant blue, contributing to the tranquil ambiance.

If only the traffic wasn't so congested.

The car was stuck in a seemingly endless jam, covering barely a mile in nearly ten minutes. The constant jolting made Quinn feel dizzy, her stomach churning uncomfortably.

As the car lurched once more, Quinn gagged.

Alexander, noticing her discomfort, gently guided her head onto his shoulder, his hand soothingly patting her back.

Quinn looked up at him, slightly startled.

He was dressed casually today, in a gray knitted cardigan and a white shirt, topped with a thin black coat. The attire softened his usually stern appearance. His gentle gaze as he comforted Quinn made her feel at ease. Lost in her thoughts, Quinn was jolted back to reality as the car lurched again.

She gagged once more.

"Could it be that you're pregnant again?" Walter's voice echoed from the front seat, breaking the silence.