Love Unspoken

Chapter 89

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 tic events had driven everyone to the sanctuary of their

bedrooms. She followed suit, locating sattire 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

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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. Tellsomething useful."Oliver

looked taken aback, thinking, 'Alexander has already been informed. No wonder | 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 flcast 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 | 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

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stake in the Kennedy Enterprise. Its interests were inseparable from the parent company.