Love Unspoken

Upon hearing a word that struck a sour note, a slight furrow creased Alexander's brow.

He cast a warning glance in Getty's direction, his eyes a silent reprimand. Unfazed, Getty feigned ignorance, her lips puckering into a pout.

"Come on now, let's go. You promised to clear your schedule and spend these days with me," she reminded him.

Without uttering a response, Alexander slipped his phone into his pocket and obediently trailed after her. News of Alexander's excursion with Getty inevitably reached Walter's ears.

Freya, her voice laced with a bitter edge, seethed with indignation. "Can you believe he's off pampering his mistress at a time like this? How can he be so audacious?" she fumed.

Walter merely quirked a lip in response. What else could it be? He's just trying to wash his hands of the whole affair."

Walter, this thing has blown up big time," Freya approached him, thrusting her tablet into his hands. They had vacated the Kennedys' residence the previous day, and the trio had comfortably settled into their new villa.

The change of scenery had done wonders for Freya's spirits, and any residual guilt or remorse she harbored towards Valerie had evaporated entirely.

Walter skimmed the tablet's contents before handing it back to her. "It's no small matter, and Xavier won't let this go. Both of his kids are dead," he commented.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

The media circus Xavier had orchestrated ensured all eyes were on them, resulting in the Landon Corporation's stocks taking a nosedive. "How are things with dad?" Freya queried. "It's hard to say. Didn't Valerie try to call him when she came over?"

Walter responded. Freya's memory was jogged by his words. Yes, Valerie had indeed attempted to reach Wayne that morning. "Yeah," she confirmed. "That's it then. The staff saw her, and with his hasty share transfer, he's now the prime suspect. If they can't find the kidnapper, he could..."

Walter trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging ominously in the air. Freya recalled the phone call too-Valerie, her voice choked with tears and volume, declaring the contract a no-go, a spectacle witnessed by many.

And that call had been to Wayne. Wayne had proceeded with the signing despite Valerie's vehement objections. The finger of blame could only point in his direction. "So you're saying if they don't find the kidnapper, dad might actually take the fall?"

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Freya sought confirmation. "Looks like it," Walter replied, casting a sidelong glance at her. Freya's gaze drifted into the distance, her eyes flickering as she lost herself in thought.

Walter's lip curled into a hint of a smirk. "Walter, I'm going to run to the grocery store. Can you watch Harold while I'm out?" Freya abruptly stood and announced her departure. Walter gave a slight nod of assent. "Sure."

With that, Freya hastily exited the villa. She drove in the direction of the marketplace but pulled over at the curb without entering. With a sense of urgency, she retrieved her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she located the desired number.

She dialed it and was met with an immediate response. "Where are you guys now? Have you left Amber Bay?" she inquired urgently. "Don't worry, we cleared out of Amber Bay ages ago. We're people of our word, Miss Landon. But that payment, the remaining ten million-when will it be transferred?" the voice on the other end questioned. "Let's wait until the heat dies down.

A large transfer now would raise suspicions. Trust me, I won't bail on the deal," Freya assured him. She toyed with darker thoughts, the idea of murder crossing her mind. However, the potential trouble such an act would stir forced her to settle her debts with money instead. The man on the other end of the line was growing impatient. "Miss Freya, could you at least give us a timeline? How long do you expect us to wait around?" he demanded. "What's the rush? I said I'll pay, and I will. And another thing, how did those three end up dead?" she shot back. He responded, "Weren't they taken out on your orders, Miss Freya? You're not trying to pin this on me now, are you?"