In truth, he had been present for quite some time, yet he had refrained from making his presence known. He was curious to see if Alexander would send someone to rescue Quinn.


    However, as time passed, no such aid arrived."Regret? Perhaps that''s a question you should pose to yourself first," Alexander retorted with augh.


    "You''ve made your allegiance clear, now it''s time to prove your worth."Walter responded with a chuckle of his own, admitting, "I must concede, I''m no match for you."It was a testament to the power of ruthlessness; a man who was willing to be ruthless could achieve anything.


    "Please, dispatch someone to handle this," Walter requested softly."Here''s to a fruitful coboration," Alexander replied.


    With a finalugh, Walter ended the call. Throughout their coboration, Walter had remained passive, taking no action.


    But his appearance here hadid bare his true intentions to Landon. The days of being a mere observer were over.


    Even if he chose to do nothing, Landon would not forgive his treachery once it was revealed.


    Had Alexander orchestrated this entire scenario just to utter the phrase," Here''s to a fruitful coboration"?A sudden memory stirred within Walter.


    He had once said that Alexander wasn''t all that bad. Now, it seemed he had been mistaken. Poor, unsuspecting Quinn.


    She believed that her presence here would yield information about Juliet.Juliet.A name that belonged to the past, to a woman long since deceased.


    His fingers traced the contours of Quinn''s cheek, catching the wet trail of her tears. Was she in sorrow?Indeed, alcohol had a way of amplifying one''s sadness.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    After a moment of contemtion, Walter assisted Quinn to her feet, stepping over Chandler''s lifeless body and the blood that stained the floor.


    They exited the private room, leaving behind a scene of horror.Once the door closed behind them, it was as if the gruesome events within had never urred.


    Walter brought Quinn back to her residence, gentlyying her on her bed. In the dim light, he tenderly stroked her cheek. His touch was soft and meticulous.


    Not long after Walter''s departure, a fire erupted in the hotel''s private room, prompting an immediate evacuation of the hotel. The ze was relentless, consuming floor after floor in less than twenty minutes.


    Once the fire was extinguished, Chandler''s charred remains were recovered. The following day, a news article was published.


    Mr. Chandler, it reported, had tragically perished in a hotel fire while away on business.In the afternoon, Chandler''s family arrived to im his remains, which had been reduced to ashes.


    A scene ensued at the hotel as Chandler''s family demanded answers. The hotel manager confessed that Chandler''s remains had been cremated due to the severity of the burns.


    Chandler''s widow threatened legal action against the hotel. The hotel manager epted responsibility for the inadequate fire safety measures and pledged to surrender himself to the authorities. However, the story took a dramatic turn that evening when photos of Chandler''s death were leaked online.


    The images sent shockwaves through the media, eclipsing the previous scandal involving Alexander and Getty.


    Spection surrounding the circumstances of Chandler''s death began to circte.Alexander satposed on the couch, watching the news unfold on the television.


    Getty was beside him, holding a te of fruit and grumbling, "What''s so interesting about this news?"As she spoke, she adjusted the cor of her pajamas, ensuring that he would have a clear view whenever he nced her way.


    She was content with the recent turn of events; Alexander had been spending time with her, either in the study or watching TV. The more time he spent in herpany, the better her chances of winning him over.


    She was confident that he wouldn''t be able to resist her for much longer.Lost in her thoughts, Getty barely noticed when Alexander abruptly switched off the TV, rose from the couch, and reached for his jacket. "I''m going out," he announced, offering no further exnation. Without a backward nce, he disappeared through the door.