She addressed the microphone with a strained smile, "Since he''s standing here with me, I don''t think I need to spell out our rtionship, right?"


    He was always like this, averse to such events and reluctant to expose his personal life. As a result, he rarely gave interviews. As for her rtionship with Alexander, she pleaded with the press to cease their inquiries. "If we were truly, as everyone suspects, ''a secret that can''t be discovered,'' he wouldn''t be standing here with me," she stated, her words a clear message to the press and the audience.


    Alexander''s presence at the press event, regardless of their rtionship''s nature, was a testament to his high regard for her. It was unshakeable.


    His demeanor towards the reporters revealed his reluctance to be there. Yet, he had shown up. What did that signify? It was a clear disy of his affection for Getty.


    The young couple stood before the screen, he was strikingly handsome, and she was effortlessly elegant. They seemed destined for each other.


    In the midst of the event, Walter had somehow found a seat next to Quinn. "How does it feel?" he queried.


    Quinn cast a fleeting nce at him before bowing her head in silence. What feelings could she possibly harbor? She felt nothing.


    Walter clicked his tongue, twirling a strand of Quinn''s hair on her shoulder yfully. "Still reluctant to leave, huh? You''re far more disgraceful than I thought," he chided.


    Quinn was momentarily taken aback. She bit her lip, choosing not to retaliate.


    Walter moved his fingers to her chin, forcing her to face him. His gaze was intense as he proposed, "Quinn, be with me. I''ll take you away from here. How about that?" Quinn averted her gaze, but he forcefully turned her face back towards him. "What are you afraid of? Scared I''ll hit you?" he taunted, augh threatening to escape his lips. Quinn''s fingers tightened, wary of provoking him. A p coulde at any moment.


    "Why haven''t you realized it yet?" Walter demanded, his tone shifting as his smile faded. Abruptly, he seized Quinn''s hair, yanking her towards him. "Tell me, do you deserve to die?"


    Pain shot through Quinn''s scalp, tears welling up in her eyes. Observing her distress, Walter''s smile returned. "Don''t be scared. I''m now in partnership with Alexander; I''m not going to hurt you."


    With that, he released Quinn''s hair. He rose swiftly, exiting the room without a backward nce. The door mmed shut behind him with such force that Quinn shivered.


    Quinn remained silent for a moment, recalling her bag left nearby. She quickly got out of bed, retrieved the bag from a chair, and pulled out a notebook. As she was about to write, her gazended on the image on the TV. Clenching the notebook, she grabbed the remote to switch off the TV.


    Shey on the bed, jotting down everything she could remember. However, when it came to the scene in Thunderbird Canyon where she saw Getty and Alexander, she hesitated, crossed out the words, and decided not to write anything. What was the point in remembering things when she was making every effort to forget?


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    She packed the notebook into her bag, changed into nearby clothes, and left the room. As she descended the stairs, she saw Walter lounging on the couch, sipping tea. He was still dressed in that dark red suit; his slightly curled short hair tucked behind his ears, locks framing his cheeks.


    This attire rendered him the epitome of an ancient-style handsome man, as described by Freya. In a suit, he exuded apletely different aura-hard-edged and regal. Yet, for Quinn, who had seen his true nature, no outfit could conceal his darkness.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.


    Quinn had intended to leave, but she hesitated as she neared Walter, clutching her bag and casting anxious nces at him, fearful he would prevent her departure.


    Walter continued to sip his tea leisurely, not even bothering to lift his eyelids. Seeing his silence, Quinn bowed her head and walked past him.


    "Wait a second," Walter called out.


    Quinn''s footsteps faltered. She looked up at him nervously.