Love Unspoken

Chapter 1568 Alexander gave Walter and his crew a cold stare.

"So, what brings you here?" Alexander asked.

Walter smirked. "Sreason as you. Haven't we always had the sgoals?" Alexander chuckled. "Well, good luck with that." Walter narrowed his eyes, sizing up Alexander. "Have you found him already?" Alexander shrugged. "If you want to know, find out yourself. You think I'd just tell you?" They both went silent.

After a moment, Walter grinned and walked off with his crew.

Walter thought, 'Looks like Alexander hasn't found Calvin either. I need to make my move first.' Alexander watched them leave, a smirk playing on his lips.

Meanwhile, Quinn and Abigail had scoured the area but found no sign of Calvin.

Quinn, feeling frustrated, called the City Management Bureau, hoping they could check the nearby surveillance cameras.

As soon as she mentioned payment, they agreed to help.

The surveillance here was sparse; cameras were far apart. If Calvin was avoiding them, they wouldn't find anything.

Half an hour later, the City Management Bureau called back. No sign of Calvin on any cameras. Quinn sighed and went back to find Abigail.

Abigail was downstairs, exchanging puzzled looks with Cruz. "This is nuts. How did Calvin just vanish? Where could he have gone?" Cruz shook his head. "No idea. Maybe he hid because he knew Walter was coming?" Abigail frowned. "Could be. But where would he hide?" Quinn crunning over, out of breath. "Any luck?" Both shook their heads. Abigail asked, "You didn't find anything either?" Quinn pulled out her phone to call Alexander. They had to rely on him now. If he didn't find Calvin, things would get tricky.

When the call connected, Quinn anxiously asked, "Any news?" Alexander replied, "Not yet, but I ran into Walter." Quinn asked, worried, "He didn't do anything to you, did he?" Alexander laughed. "And if he did, what would you do?" Quinn snapped, "This isn't the tfor jokes. Just find Calvin!" From his tone, it was clear nothing had happened between them. Alexander said, "Alright, I'll keep looking. I'll call you if I find him." "Okay," Quinn replied, hung up, and turned to Abigail. "Abigail, you know this place better. Any ideas where Calvin might go?" Abigail thought for a moment. "I think we've checked everywhere he could go. Maybe we should go upstairs and check. He might be back." Quinn nodded. "Let's go." Abigail led the way upstairs and opened the door, but the room was empty.

"He's not back," Cruz said, disappointed. "Did he really leavebehind and run off?" Abigail rolled her eyes. "You should be glad he left you behind. Otherwise, you'd be in danger with him right now." She then analyzed, "I think he's still on the island. The boat's already left, so he can't get on it. And he doesn't have money for a ticket. Plus, with Walter looking for him, he'd have people guarding the dock." Quinn thought her analysis made sense. She actually hoped Calvin wasn't on the island because being here meant he was in danger.

"Enough talking. Let's keep looking," Quinn said and left the room. Whether they found him or not, they had to keep searching.

Even if they couldn't find him, they couldn't let Walter find him.

She wandered aimlessly through the streets, scanning every corner, desperately hoping to see that familiar face. She and Calvin hadn't known each other long and hadn't spent much ttogether.

The more Quinn thought about it, the more anxious she became. She didn't know where to find Calvin, whether Walter would find him, or what would happen next.

Her unease kept growing.

Meanwhile, Walter got a tip and immediately sprinted in a certain direction.

In another part of the island, a group of people was chasing someone.

If Quinn were here, she'd recognize the person fleeing in panic as Calvin.

They were still on the island, but no longer in the city. This was an undeveloped jungle, full of thorns and weeds. The trees weren't dense, but the underbrush was teeming with snakes, insects, and rodents. Mosquitoes and flies buzzed everywhere. If you opened your mouth while running, bugs would fly right in.

A group of people were chasing Calvin, each armed with weapons.

One of them yelled, "Stop! If you don't stop, we'll shoot!" Calvin didn't even flinch. He kept sprinting toward the edge of the forest, which led straight to the sea a dead end. Walter showed up fast, having snagged a motorcycle from somewhere. He zoomed past the others chasing Calvin. Locking his eyes on Calvin, Walter pulled out a gun from his jacket and aimed at Calvin's leg, firing without hesitation. But the shot hit a tree trunk instead.

Walter fired a few more times but kept missing, frustration flashing in his eyes. Finally, he gave up shooting, twisted the throttle, and sped toward Calvin.

Seeing the sea getting closer, Calvin pushed himself to run even faster.

But the motorcycle weaved through the trees and skidded to a stop right in front of Calvin, blocking his path. Calvin tried to change direction, but Walter drew his gun and aimed at him. "Stop." Calvin paused, glanced back at him, and stopped running.

Walter chuckled. "Calvin, why run here? If you wanted to jump into the sea, wouldn't it be faster from the city?" As he spoke, a thought seemed to strike him. "Or is someone waiting to pick you up ahead?" Calvin stared at him, saying nothing.

Walter frowned, scanning Calvin up and down. Just as he was about to say something, the sound of a helicopter cfrom above. His expression changed, and he quickly looked at Calvin.

Sensing something, Walter suddenly jumped off the motorcycle, quickly approached Calvin, and pressed the gun to his temple. Walter sneered. "I thought someone was picking you up, but it turns out it's an ambush for me." He said to Calvin, "Get on the motorcycle. Let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve." Calvin didn't move, and Walter, losing patience, shot him in the knee.

Calvin cried out in pain and collapsed.

Walter grabbed his arm and dragged him onto the motorcycle. After they both got on, Walter drove toward the edge of the forest. The edge led to the sea, an endless expanse of water with a high cliff below.

There was no one waiting to pick him up, just the sea and the forest. Walter threw Calvin to the ground and got off the motorcycle himself. Looking around, he saw no one except for the distant sound of the helicopter, which had likely landed elsewhere, with people heading their way.

Walter turned to Calvin. "Calvin, why aren't you talking?" Calvin snorted and turned his head away, refusing to communicate.

Blood was still flowing from his knee, but he seemed not to feel the pain, not even covering the wound with his hand.

Walter, uninterested in dealing with him, took out his phone and made a call. "Everyone, cover." After hanging up, he squatted in front of Calvin. "Calvin, tell me, what's your plan?" Calvin remained silent.

Walter pressed. "Did you plan this with Alexander?" As he spoke, his anger intensified. If that were true, then everything before had been a setup.

Calvin attacking Zeke was fake, his escape was fake, even the so-called evidence was fake! Walter couldn't believe it.

Footsteps approached, and fortunately, it was his men.

About twenty or thirty of them ran toward Walter upon seeing him.

"Found him!" the leader exclaimed. He was a man in his forties and didn't look like an ordinary subordinate.

He was there to assist Walter in capturing Calvin, not to take orders from him. Seeing Calvin, he En: immediately grabbed him.

The leader lifted Calvin and punched him in the bastard, we finath saying, "Youn found you. Did you think we wouldn't find you hiding here?" Walter said nothing, thoughtfully watching Calvin.

The leader beat Calvin for a while, then took out his phone to call Hugo, informing him that they had found Calvin.

Hugo, relieved to hear the news, said, "Finish him off there. No need to bring him back." The leader hesitated. "Shouldn't we bring him back to give everyone an explanation?"

Hugo replied, "This guy is cunning. He might escape on the way back. If he could escape from the mansion the i minish him off and senda descantoo.

video." "Understood," the leader said and hung up. Without hesitation, he dropped Calvin, stepping back to have him executed on the spot. "Wait," Walter suddenly said, raising his hand to stop him.

The leader looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?" Walter stared at Calvin for a long tand said in a deep voice, "Something's off." The leader impatiently replied, "Stop wasting tand finish him off so we can report back!" Then he pushed Walter aside and aimed his gun at Calvin.