Love Unspoken

Chapter 1550 The next day, Quinn hit up the beauty salon again, but the staff dropped a bombshell: Getty had quit. "Quit? When?" Quinn asked, eyebrows shooting up.

"Just yesterday, right after you left. She didn't even bother to grab her paycheck," the staff member said.

Quinn's mind raced. Was Getty running because she was scared of getting locked up again, or did she think Quinn was coming for payback? "Any idea where she went?" Quinn pressed.

"Nope. That's her business," the staff member shrugged.

Quinn nodded, piecing it together. Getty's sudden exit screamed guilt or fear.

If Getty ended up back in prison, no one would be rushing to bail her out.

Quinn sighed, turned on her heel, and left the salon. If she hadn't swung by, she wouldn't have seen Getty at all. If Getty had any brains, they'd probably never cross paths again. Sitting in her car, Quinn felt a mix of frustration and relief.

She had to admit, Walter was a master at stirring the pot. Even if Alexander hadn't busted Getty out, just seeing her dredged up all those old memories, leaving Quinn in a funk. She pulled out her phone and scrolled to Walter's number, wondering if he'd changed it.

She hit dial, and it rang.

A few seconds later, Walter picked up. "Well, this is a surprise. What made you call?" "Walter, did you spring Getty?" Quinn cut to the chase.

Walter chuckled. "You givetoo much credit. I'm not that slick. Did Alexander put that idea in your head?" Quinn shot back, "You seem to know Getty's out. Shouldn't you be asking when she got released?" There was a brief silence, then Walter laughed. "You've gotten sharper." That was as good as a confession. Quinn's patience was wearing thin. "What do you want, Walter?" "You know exactly what I want," Walter replied.

"I don't. You never cclean. And don't say it's for me; I won't buy it," Quinn snapped.

"Fine. I'll show you," Walter said.

Quinn wasn't in the mood for more games. She hung up and tossed her phone onto the seat.

Even though Alexander hadn't told her where he was, it wasn't hard to guess. She just hoped he'd cback safe.

Walter, still holding his phone, smiled thoughtfully and turned to his right-hand man. "Check if Alexander's back." Colin looked surprised. "He's in Arcturus?" "Find out. Calvin's been back for ages and hasn't made a move. Doesn't that seem fishy? They're up to something," Walter said. "Got it, I'll check," Colin replied.

Walter squinted, pondering Alexander's latest move.

A few days later, Calvin stumbled out of a bar, a woman on each arm.

It was late, and the streets were deserted. He was plastered, and the two women were struggling to keep him upright.

"Mr. Lynch, take it easy," one of them said.

Calvin grinned and pulled her closer. "Don't worry, I'm not that drunk. I can still show you a good tlater," he slurred. The women blushed at his words.

They half-dragged, half-carried Calvin towards his car, tripping over their own feet.

Suddenly, a bunch of figures crept up from the shadows behind them. Calvin, too busy sweet-talking the ladies, didn't notice a thing. Just as he was about to hop in the car, he suddenly doubled over and started puking, spewing out all the booze he'd just downed. One of the women patted his back, trying to comfort him. "Mr. Lynch, you okay?" she asked.

Calvin waved her off, wiped his mouth, and straightened up. Something felt off, so he spun around.

A shiny knife was coming right at him. His face changed, and he grabbed the attacker's wrist.

But he wasn't quick enough. The knife sank into his gut, the cold steel snapping him back to reality.

The two women screamed and bolted. The attackers didn't care; they were all about Calvin.

The guy with the knife tried to push it in deeper.

Calvin twisted the guy's wrist, making him drop the knife. But two more attackers rushed him with blades.

Calvin's eyes narrowed. He grabbed the knife and took a couple of steps back. One attacker missed and lunged again.

Calvin swung the car door open to block the attack. The guy hesitated, and Calvin slammed the door shut and kicked him.

The guy stumbled back, and another attacker charged.

Calvin had seen his share of fights in Municity. Even drunk and hurt, he om was still a tough opponent. But three attackers were a lot to handle. They'd missed their first shot, making it harder to get to Calvin again. For now, they kept their distance, trying to wear him down. He was bleeding and wouldn't last long.

Calvin's moves slowed. Blood poured from his gut, soaking his white shirt.

His face went pale, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Who the hell are you?" Calvin asked, keeping his distance and clutching his wound, eyeing the three men!! They exchanged looks but stayed silent. "He's almost done. Take him alive," one of them said. Then, they rushed at Calvin again, circling him. Calvin's moves got sluggish, his vision blurred, and the three men seemed to double.

One of them kicked him, hitting his wound. His face twisted in pain, and he blacked out, collapsing.

Lying on the ground, he shook his head and looked at the men closing in. He tried to get up but kept failing.

His fingers brushed against the knife on the ground. No matter who these guys were, he couldn't let them take him. He planned to fight to the death. Even if he couldn't kill them, he could buy tto end his own life. Calvin knew that falling into their hands would be worse than dying. The three men tried to grab him, but he swung the knife, slashing one guy's wrist. The guy yelped and backed off. Another guy didn't hesitate and stabbed Calvin's leg.

Calvin groaned in pain, kicked out, and slashed another guy's leg with the knife, forcing them back for a moment. Finally, he found a chance to get up and staggered away.

The three men chased him. Both sides were hurt, so they couldn't catch him right away.

Clutching his wound, Calvin stumbled forward. The streets were empty, and the footsteps behind him filled him with dread.