Love Unspoken

"Alright," Alexander said, lying down next to her and wrapping an arm around her waist. "Let's get some sleep."

Quinn nodded, snuggling into his embrace and wrapping her arms around him. She was exhausted and quickly fell asleep.

But Alexander, lying beside her, couldn't drift off.

They went to bed late, so Quinn was still asleep when Abigail showed up the next morning.

Abigail glanced at her sports watch, noting, "It's already ten. Isn't she getting up for breakfast?" Olivia had a weird look on her face as she sneaked a glance upstairs. "Maybe she slept in."

Last night, Olivia had tidied up the bed. She didn't know exactly what had happened, but she could briefly guess what went down. Helpless, she could only sigh inwardly at Alexander's many tricks, having been through similar experiences herself.

Abigail gave Olivia a suspicious look, guessing a bit from her odd expression.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

'Jerk,' Abigail thought, sitting down on the couch and cursing Alexander multiple times in her mind. 'Quinn is so sick, yet he still wants to have sex with her. He really only thinks with what's in his pants.'

As she was cursing, Alexander came downstairs.

"Mr. Kennedy, would you like breakfast?" Olivia quickly greeted him, also as a warning to Abigail to stop cursing.

Abigail glanced upstairs.

Alexander was wearing his usual black shirt, with broad shoulders and long legs, looking quite proper.

He was on the phone and didn't look at Abigail.

Seeing his outfit, Olivia guessed he was going out, so she quickly brought him his coat.

Alexander took the coat Olivia handed him and left the villa without looking back.

The call was from Kyle. Some inspection team members and police had arrived at the company.

Alexander got into the car but didn't rush to the company. Instead, he lit a cigarette and listened to Kyle's report.

"I'm entertaining them now, Mr. Kennedy. Should I tell them you're on a business trip?" Kyle's voice carried a hint of worry.

Alexander chuckled. "What are you afraid of?"

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"But it seems like they came prepared. They supposedly have evidence, although I haven't seen it," Kyle explained.

"I'll be at the company soon. I want to see what evidence they have." Alexander hung up, started the car, and slowly drove out of the garage towards the company.

In the company's conference room, seven or eight people were seated.

Seeing Alexander push the door open and come in, Kyle immediately went up to greet him. "Mr. Kennedy, you're here."

"You can leave now," Alexander said.

Kyle nodded, glanced worriedly at the group in the conference room, and then left.

A middle-aged man came over and showed his credentials. "Hello, Mr. Kennedy. I'm John Johnson, the leader of the fifth group of the Inspectorate."

Alexander extended his hand. "Mr. Johnson, please have a seat."

Both parties sat down, with Alexander smiling slightly. "What would you like to inspect?"

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"Your assistant should have mentioned on the phone that Stanley, who notarized your father Wayne's will, went missing the day before yesterday.

"His family reported it, and after a search, the police found a letter of accusation in his study."

As he spoke, John took a letter from his bag, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Alexander.

Alexander glanced at it, picked up the envelope, and took out the letter inside.

He skimmed through it. The letter roughly accused Alexander of bribing Stanley, falsifying the will, and altering it. Stanley wrote that his conscience couldn't bear it, and he was also threatened by Alexander, so he wrote this letter of accusation. It bore Stanley's signature and seal.

"After verification, the handwriting is Stanley's, and the letter was written the day before he went missing," John continued.

Alexander finished reading the letter, put it back in the envelope, and looked at the people across from him without changing his expression. "So, you suspect that Stanley's disappearance is related to me?"

"Don't misunderstand. It's just that all the evidence points to you, Mr. Kennedy. We're just following procedure and asking you some questions," John explained.

Alexander smiled. "Have you considered that if I really made Stanley disappear because of this letter, would I have left it behind?"