Love Unspoken

Earlier, Alexander had promised to take them on a trip, but it hadn't happened yet. Now, seeing the sights of this city, Quinn suddenly got the itch to explore more places. But man, the prices here were insane. They picked two random restaurants to eat at, and even though they didn't look fancy, they ended up dropping over five grand. When it was time to pay, Quinn noticed there were less than five dishes on the table and started to wonder.

Alexander nudged her. "What are you doing? Pay the bill."

Quinn snapped out of it and quickly pulled out her phone to pay, still wondering if they got ripped off. After they left the restaurant, she asked quietly, "Did we get ripped off?"

Alexander glanced back at the place. "Maybe that's just how prices are here."

Quinn smirked. "Who even lives in a place like this?"

"People like Calvin," Alexander replied.

Quinn was taken aback. Suddenly, the scenery didn't seem so great anymore.

"Alright, it's getting late. Let's head back to the hotel. It's not safe out here at night," Alexander suggested.

Quinn nodded and followed him back to the hotel.

The area was pretty nice, and the hotel looked clean enough.

Meanwhile, Abigail and Calvin were sitting in a room, all three looking serious.

"I've decided to head back the day after tomorrow. What about you guys? Want to come along?" Abigail asked.

Cruz glanced at Calvin, clearly waiting for his call.novelbin

Calvin frowned and stayed quiet, lost in thought.

Ever since they went out yesterday, he seemed distracted, like something was bugging him.

Seeing him spaced out, Abigail asked again, "Calvin, I'm talking to you."

"Huh?" Calvin looked up blankly, realizing he hadn't heard a word.

Abigail sighed and repeated, "I'm planning to go back the day after tomorrow. Do you want to go back too? Maybe see Quinn."

Calvin shook his head. "No, I'm not leaving."

Abigail gave him a weird look. "Didn't you say yesterday that the seafood made you sick?"

Calvin chuckled. "Did I?"

Abigail and Cruz exchanged glances.

Cruz tentatively asked, "Boss, is something wrong? You seem a bit off."

Calvin's expression was odd. Under their stares, he grew a bit anxious.

He stood up and said, "I'm a bit tired. I'm going to sleep."

With that, he quickly ran into the room and locked the door behind him.

Abigail and Cruz stared at each other, confused. "What's up with him?" Abigail asked. Cruz shook his head. "I have no idea."

"Aren't you always with him? How can you not know what's going on?" Abigail pressed.

Cruz scratched his head, looking puzzled. "I'm not with him all the time."

"Forget it," Abigail said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out an island-wide card. "Since he's not leaving, you guys keep this card. There's about a hundred and fifty thousand dollars left on it. Spend it wisely, and it should last you a month here."

Cruz took the card, his face lighting up. "Thanks, Abigail!"

Abigail chuckled at his simple-mindedness. No wonder he stuck with Calvin.

Having lived on this island for quite some time, Abigail knew a bit about it. She gave Cruz some instructions, especially about the island's rules.

"The most important thing is not to litter. If it's serious, you could be thrown into the sea," Abigail warned.

Cruz nodded, indicating he remembered.

Abigail had emphasized this several times in the past few days.

After saying all this, they each went back to their rooms to sleep.

The next day, Quinn got up early. She checked the time; it wasn't even six o'clock yet, but it was already bright outside, with sunlight streaming into the room.

She rubbed her eyes and turned to see Alexander still sleeping.

She reached out to shake him awake. "Wake up. The sun's already up."

Alexander, eyes still closed, reached for the watch on the bedside table, looked at it, and put it back.

He mumbled, "Don't bother me. It's too early."

"It's already bright outside. How is it early?" Quinn shook him harder, eager to find Calvin, with no desire to sleep.

Alexander, however, slept soundly, as if he was on vacation.

Finally, he woke up, sat up weakly, and rubbed his temples. "Why are you up so early?"

"To find Calvin. What if he leaves if we're late?" Quinn replied, worried.

She thought for a moment and suggested, "Let's go to the lobby downstairs and see if there's another way to find him."

Alexander had no choice but to agree. He threw off the covers and started looking for clothes to wear. "Let's go."

Quinn gave him a suspicious look. Was he too tired from walking yesterday? However, they had walked the same distance, and she had gone to bed later than him.

She secretly wondered, 'Could it be that Alexander is just getting old?'

As soon as this thought popped into her head, she pushed it away. The last time she had such a thought, Alexander taught her a lesson.

She brushed away the random thoughts in her mind, got up, and went to wash up and change clothes.

They headed downstairs to the lobby and asked the receptionist how they could find someone on the island.

The receptionist's answer was straightforward: money. As long as you had cash, you could find anyone on the island.

After leaving the hotel, Alexander and Quinn took a cab straight to the City Management Bureau. The city management here was pretty powerful, handling not only environmental issues but also various law enforcement tasks. They had the ability to check city surveillance and even dispatch people to find someone, offering different plans based on the amount of money provided.

Hearing that they wanted to find someone, the director came personally.

"Is the person you're looking for on the island?" the director asked.

Quinn hesitated. "Not entirely sure."

"If you're not sure, how can I find them for you? If we can't find them, the money won't be refunded," the director explained.

Quinn nodded. "I see. Just do your best to help me find him. If you can't, then he might not be on the island."

"No problem. Do you have a photo?" the director asked.

Quinn took out a photo of Calvin and showed it to him. The director looked at it and asked her to send the photo over.

"Since you're not sure if he's on the island, you'll need to pay half upfront. If we find him, you pay the other half. If we don't, the first half is non-refundable. Is that okay?" the director clarified.

To Quinn's surprise, they were quite professional. Paying only half upfront made her feel more at ease.

However, the cost was exorbitant; half was two million dollars. Four million dollars to find someone were they really not just robbing people?

"Who's paying?" the director asked.

Alexander had his hands in his pockets, indicating he had no money.

Quinn was silent for a moment, then took out her phone to pay them. She then said, "Please help me find him as soon as possible. If he's on the island, he might leave the day after tomorrow." "Don't worry, we're professionals at finding people," the director said with a smile. After receiving the money, his attitude became much friendlier.

After leaving their contact information, Quinn and Alexander left.

"I hope they can find Calvin soon," Quinn said.

Alexander nodded seriously.

On the way, Quinn had learned from him about Calvin's current situation. He had no money and didn't know how he was surviving in a place like this.

So Quinn guessed he would definitely try to leave here; she just didn't know where he would go.

Alexander squeezed her hand. "We'll find him."

He took her hand. "Let's go look around other places. Maybe we'll run into him."

Quinn didn't refuse. She had no other options now and could only hope the city management staff were competent.

They explored places they hadn't visited yesterday. The buildings here were mostly similar. Since it was an island, the buildings weren't very tall, with five stories being the maximum.

This area appeared to be the CBD, with more people around. Quinn went into a mall to look around. It seemed no different from malls on the mainland, just pricier.

Women seemed to have boundless energy when it came to shopping, but for men, malls often felt like sleeping zones the moment they walked in.

After walking a few steps, Alexander wanted to find a place to sit.

Quinn looked him speechlessly. "Why are you sitting down again?"

Alexander looked at her helplessly. "Tired."

"Are you really that tired?" Quinn asked.

Alexander nodded. "Yes, go ahead and shop. I'll wait here. I can't walk anymore."

"When you were searching for me all over the world, you never seemed to get tired. But now, after just a few steps, you're exhausted. And you said you wanted to take us on a trip. I doubt we can even make it out of the house with you like this," Quinn teased.

Alexander said, "That is different from shopping."

"Excuses," Quinn concluded, glaring at him. "Men are all the same. After a while, they get impatient."

"How many men like this have you met?" Alexander asked.

"Seeing you is enough," Quinn replied.

Alexander chuckled and stood up from the chair. "Alright, let's go."

"I don't want to go anymore," Quinn said.

She turned to leave, but suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar figure flash by the corner of a store across the street.

Her expression changed, and she immediately left Alexander and ran across the street.

Alexander frowned and quickly followed her.

When Quinn finally reached the other side, the figure had already disappeared.

Alexander caught up with her. "Who did you see?"

"I think I saw Abigail. Would she come here?" Quinn asked. She was here to find Calvin, but she didn't expect to see someone who looked like Abigail. Alexander said, "You might be seeing things. How could Abigail be here? How would she even find this place?"

Quinn was half-convinced, but that person looked so much like Abigail.

Quinn turned to Alexander. "Didn't you know where Abigail went? Where is she now?"