Love Unspoken

Walter and the crew instinctively shut their eyes or threw up their hands to shield themselves.

In that split second, a bunch of motorcycles came roaring in, crashing into the crowd. Walter's squad got totally wiped out.

Colin grabbed Walter, both their faces going pale.

They thought Alexander was flying solo, so they didn't bring much backup. Now, they were totally screwed.

"Mr. Mellon, we gotta bail!" Colin yelled.

But before he could finish, they were surrounded by a mob, and things went south real quick.

Now Walter was the one cornered.

Walter squinted, shoved Colin aside, and wobbled to his feet. He locked eyes with Alexander, ignoring his guys sprawled on the ground.

"Looks like it's either you or me biting the dust today," Walter said, pulling a gun from his coat. Sean stepped forward, but Walter pressed the gun to his own head. "Alexander, you think I'm giving you this shot?" Walter sneered.

He knew the kind of hell waiting if Alexander got him, so he had to find another way out.

Alexander stayed chill, sitting on a rock and pulling out his phone to start recording.

"Go ahead, shoot. I'll get it all on camera."

Walter went quiet.

Alexander panned the phone around, catching all the witnesses, and said, "With all these folks watching, I didn't kill you."

Walter laughed bitterly, gritting his teeth. "Alexander, you're getting more shameless by the day."

Alexander smirked, "You're trying to frame me with suicide, and you think I'll just sit here? Is it too much to gather some proof to clear my name?"

Sean scratched his nose, exchanging looks with Matthew and the others.

Everyone was pretty much speechless.

Both sides were stuck, and the underlings had no clue what to do.

Should they nab Walter or not?

If he really did off himself, it wouldn't be Alexander's fault, but it would still look bad.

But if they didn't grab him, he and Alexander could be there all night.

"Are you gonna shoot or not?" Alexander got up from the rock, sounding impatient, "I'll give you one minute to decide. If you don't act, then I'll have to invite you to my place." Hearing this, Walter shot back, "Did you forget you're still recording?"

Alexander shrugged, "It's fine. I can edit it."

Walter suddenly laughed, amused by Alexander. He didn't even know why he was laughing.

Seeing Alexander holding up his phone to record, he couldn't help but laugh.

The tense vibe now felt almost childish, like a playground spat between two kids.

Just as the standoff dragged on, Sean got a call. His face changed, and he quickly whispered in Alexander's ear, "Mr. Kennedy, Mrs. Kennedy is on her way here." Alexander's eyes flickered, and he glanced at Walter.

Walter raised an eyebrow, guessing what was up. He lowered his gun, saying, "Looks like we won't be catching up tonight."Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Alexander walked forward slowly, shifting his gaze from Walter's smirking face to his bleeding leg.

He then pressed on Walter's wound.

Walter groaned in pain, swaying, and dropped the gun. He gritted his teeth and looked at Alexander, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Goodbye and good riddance," Alexander replied coldly.

Alexander pulled his hand back, now covered in blood.

Colin quickly helped Walter into the car. The rest of their crew piled into the cars and sped off.