Love Unspoken

Molly got the hang of taking care of Sprout in just one day.

Quinn hadn't checked out Alexander's villa yet. Three days after moving into the house next door, she finally decided to take a peek. But the door was locked.

She gave it a good push, but nope, still locked.

Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, she remembered what she had said before and pulled her hand back, deciding to bounce.

Quinn headed back to her new place. It wasn't huge, kinda like Susan's house, with one floor and a basement, making up just four rooms. But the yard was big enough to grow some flowers, plants, and veggies. The place was super clean, almost like no one had ever lived there. But there were some signs of life, so it was cool.

After checking out the house, Quinn went back to Susan's to pack up. She had made up her mind to quit.

She sat with Anna, lost in thought. In the afternoon, Walter called her.

He said, "Give me your address. I'll mail it to you."

"Isn't it just data? Can't you send it online?" Quinn asked.

"Online? You want someone to hack us? I'll mail it on a USB drive. Just give me your address," Walter insisted.

Quinn hesitated but eventually sent him the address.

Ten minutes later, Walter sent her the tracking number.

Quinn was checking it when Susan came back. Susan still looked pretty down.

Before Quinn could say anything, Susan said, "Quinn, I've decided to go back to my hometown."

Quinn was a bit taken aback. "So suddenly?"

Susan slumped on the sofa. "There's no point in staying at this company anymore. Better to quit early and go back. Maybe I can find a decent job." "Have you found a company yet?" Quinn asked.

Susan shook her head and sighed.

Quinn looked at her for a moment and then said, "How about I hook you up with a company back home?"

"What company?" Susan asked.

"The Mellon Group," Quinn replied.

Susan was stunned. She hadn't heard of this company, but since it was a group, it probably wasn't too shabby.

She hesitantly asked, "What does this company do?"

"Everything. They've got investments in a bunch of industries and quite a few subsidiaries. It shouldn't be much worse than your current company." "Such a big company, can I get in? You mean one of their subsidiaries, right?" Susan asked again.

Quinn shook her head. "No, the headquarters."

Susan gave a tired smile. "Stop messing with me."

Quinn looked at her seriously. "I'm not joking. I'm dead serious. I can guarantee you can get into the headquarters."

Susan stared at her serious expression and couldn't help but sit up straight. "Who... who are you?"

Quinn pulled a business card out of her pocket and handed it to her.

Susan took the card suspiciously, looked at it, then looked at Quinn, her face full of disbelief.

Then, Susan took out her phone and searched for the Mellon Group.

The results surprised Susan a lot, but the legal representative listed wasn't Quinn; it was Kyle.

"This legal representative isn't you either," Susan remarked.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

"I know it's Kyle. If you don't believe me, send your resume to their email tomorrow. You'll get a call from the company, and you can verify the number," Quinn replied.

This was the simplest and most straightforward way to prove it.

Hearing this, Susan got even more excited, but she kept her cool and calmly asked, "I'll believe you're the president of the Mellon Group for now, but you wouldn't help me for nothing. Why did you come here to work as a housekeeper? What's your real deal?"