Love Unspoken

Alexander spoke in riddles, leaving the doctor scratching his head.

"I've said all I can. Take care of yourself. I'll take this with me," the doctor said, grabbing the tray and heading out.

Alexander slouched back on the sofa, his eyes following the doctor out, lost in his own thoughts.

Meanwhile, Quinn had made it to Silver Moon Mountain by noon. She and Abigail first hit up their hotel to drop off their bags and then grabbed some lunch downstairs. Outside, it was a total winter wonderland. Quinn's clothes weren't cutting it, so they went shopping for some warmer gear and bundled up.

Abigail nudged Quinn. "We're here! Why the long face?"

Quinn forced a smile, but it was clear she wasn't feeling it.

"Whatever," Abigail sighed, dragging Quinn back to the hotel to rest. Sprout still couldn't kick the habit of napping during the day.

The place was packed with tourists, all drawn by the mountain's fame. They almost didn't snag a room at the hotel.

They ended up sharing a king-sized bed. Quinn stood by the big window, staring out at the snowy scene until her eyes blurred.

Abigail, who hadn't slept well for days, crashed next to Sprout almost instantly.

Quinn stayed by the window, lost in thought for a long time.

The next morning, they headed to the Ice and Snow World. Quinn had to look after Sprout, so she couldn't join Abigail on the slopes and waited outside instead. Abigail, decked out in her ski gear, hit the slopes solo.

She loved exploring new places and trying new things. Her goal was always to chase freedom. Even alone, she had a blast.

Quinn watched her disappear into the distance, then noticed someone sitting across from her.

Her eyes widened when she saw who it was.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

It was Landon, still rocking his gold-rimmed glasses and a white down jacket. The puffy coat looked odd with his glasses. "Why can't I be here?" Landon shot back.

Quinn glanced at the ski resort, then back at Landon. She seemed to piece something together.

"You're the clingy suitor Abigail mentioned?" Quinn asked.

Landon's face twitched. "Clingy suitor?"

"Looks like it. You've even followed her here," Quinn chuckled. No wonder Abigail didn't want her tagging along.

Landon didn't respond to Quinn's jab.

Quinn pressed on, "What are you here for? Not planning to take me hostage again, are you?"

"No need. Alexander's not doing well with the Lynch family. I don't need to lift a finger," Landon sneered.

"How do you know?" Quinn asked.

Landon stared at her before saying, "I know more than you think."

Quinn didn't doubt it. Landon had always wanted Alexander gone. He'd jump at any chance to dig up dirt on him. "What do you know?" Quinn pushed.

"Why should I tell you?" Landon shot back.

Quinn smirked. He was sitting here for a reason. He wanted her to ask for info, knowing he had the upper hand. After a pause, she asked, "What do you want?"Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Landon looked at her intently. After a moment, he finally said, "I want the Mellon Group."

Quinn, unfazed, figured Landon wouldn't come all this way just to ask for money or Alexander's life.

"Just for a bit of info from you? I could dig it up myself if I had the time. You think the Mellon Group is worth that much? Is there really such a sweet deal in this world?" Quinn shot back. Landon pulled a file folder from his coat and handed it over. "Consider this a gift."

Quinn eyed the folder suspiciously, then opened it. Her expression shifted as she read the first page, and she quickly skimmed through the rest.

"Is this real?" she asked, stunned.

"Believe it or not," Landon replied coolly.

Quinn went over the documents again, still in disbelief. "How did you find this out?"

"I have my ways. Even I was surprised when I stumbled upon it," Landon sneered.

"Have you shown this to Walter?" Quinn pressed.

"Of course not. But if I found it, he probably will too, sooner or later. Honestly, I never understood him. He's like a ticking time bomb. Unlike me, my goals have always been clear," Landon remarked. Quinn glanced at him. His goal was simple: he wanted Alexander dead and everything he had.

The Mellon Group had been revived with resources from the Kennedy Group, so in a way, it had Kennedy family blood. It made sense for Landon to want it back.

People could be strange and incomprehensible. They could give up everything, even their lives, for their obsessions.

Landon didn't lack money and could earn more than he could spend in a lifetime. But he insisted on taking everything from Alexander, even if it meant risking his life multiple times. Quinn couldn't understand Landon, and maybe Landon couldn't understand her either.

He might think she was love-struck, only wanting her family to be together, not caring about money.

They stared at each other, silently sizing each other up.

After a long pause, Quinn finally said, "I can agree, but the info you gave isn't enough. I have a condition."

"Go ahead," Landon said.

"I haven't thought of it yet. I want you to do three things for me. When I ask, you must comply. Don't worry, I won't ask you to die," Quinn declared.

Landon looked at her thoughtfully, weighing her condition.

"If you don't agree, that's fine. Let's pretend this conversation never happened," Quinn stated.

Landon nodded. "Alright, I agree."

"Good. I'll give you the Mellon Group. I'll add a clause to the transfer agreement stating that it will only fully belong to you after you complete the three tasks." Landon said, "It can't take more than a year."

"Deal," Quinn replied.

She thought for a moment and said, "The first thing is, under no circumstances are you allowed to harm Alexander."

Landon looked at her indifferently but stayed silent for a long time.

Quinn frowned. "You don't agree?"

"What about the other two?" Landon asked.

Quinn was taken aback, realizing he had agreed. She thought for a while but couldn't come up with anything. "I haven't thought of them yet."

"Then tell me when you do," Landon said.

"What info do you have for me?" Quinn asked.

Landon glanced at the ski resort, seeing Abigail returning from a distance.

He stood up and said, "We'll talk when your transfer agreement is ready. I won't tell you now."

With that, he turned and melted into the crowd.

Abigail ran back. "It's freezing! That guy looked familiar. Who was it?"