A profound silence filled the room, lingering in the air like an unspoken secret. Finally, Alexander lowered his hand, clearing a path for her to leave.


    His voice, cold as a winter''s night, cut through the silence. "Next time, don''t enter without my permission," hemanded.


    Quinn''s fingers tightened into a fist, her acknowledgment of his words a slight nod. She pivoted on her heel, her departure from the office as swift as her entrance had been.


    As she prepared to exit thepany premises, she unexpectedly ran into Kyle by the door.


    His face lit up at the sight of her."Quinn, you''re here. Hand over your bank card. It''s nearly payday," he announced cheerfully.


    Quinn was taken aback, her eyes wide as she stared at Kyle. It seemed she had forgotten about the prospect of receiving a sry.


    Kyle, reading her expression, chuckled lightly. "You didn''t think you would work for free, did you? The taxws wouldn''t allow such a thing."Understanding dawned on Quinn.


    She reached into her pocket, only to find it empty. She had left her bank card behind. Kyle reassured her, "It''s alright if you don''t have it. Just give me the card number, and I''ll register it for you. You''ll receive your sry tomorrow."He paused, his tone turning serious. "You need money now, don''t you?" His words struck a chord within Quinn.


    She had divorced Alexander and was left with nothing. She needed money. She was living in Soren''s house and couldn''t stay there for free.


    She had to pay. She also needed money once she found Juliet. She couldn''t just work to kill time like before; now, she had to work to survive.


    With this realization, Quinn quickly pulled out her phone and sent him her bank card number."Okay, I''ll make a note of itter," he assured her.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    As Kyle was about to leave, Quinn stopped him again, typing out a message on her phone to show him: [Can I still... continue working?]"Of course you can. Did Alexander say you couldn''te?" Kyle questioned. Quinn shook her head. "Then keep working," Kyle advised seriously, "how else will you earn money?"


    Ever since their divorce, Kyle had been encouraging Quinn to work, knowing the past few days had been difficult for her. Meanwhile, Alexander, the stubborn man, refused to back down and only vented his anger on them.


    Although they couldn''t remarry in the short term, if Quinn worked here and he could see her, perhaps Alexander would be in a slightly better mood, right? Quinn remained silent for a moment before reluctantly nodding.


    There was nothing more important than making money now. "I mean, it''s good to earn money. I''ll go get busy," Kyle said, finishing his sentence before walking past her and leaving. Quinn didn''t mind. She entered her previous office, only to find her old seat upied by a young, pretty girl. The girl looked about seventeen or eighteen, innocent and lovely.


    Quinn remembered what Getty had said before, about Alexander having an affair. She shook her head, trying to push those messy thoughts out of her mind, and walked into the office to find an empty seat.


    In the afternoon, Quinn suddenly remembered why she hade to thepany and hurriedly rose to find Alexander. She had to resolve this matter while she was still clear-headed. Otherwise, when she fell ill again, she might not remember. She arrived at Alexander''s office and was about to knock on the door when it swung open. Quinn looked up at him; the man was already dressed in a ck coat, seemingly ready to leave work. "What do you want now?"


    Alexander asked coldly, a hint of disgust in his eyes. Quinn gestured, indicating that she wanted to ask about Juliet. Alexander''s face hardened, his tone icy. "What does her disappearance have to do with me? Quinn, this is your choice. Why don''t you search for her by yourself if you have integrity?"Quinn stood there, dumbfounded, as Alexander walked mercilessly past her without a backward nce.