Love Unspoken

A man's voice called from above, "Miss, who are you looking for?"

Quinn looked up and saw a guy in his thirties or forties, wearing a suit and sporting a scruffy beard.

He didn't seem like a good guy.

Quinn struggled but couldn't break free. "I'm here to find Maya. Where is she?"

"Maya?" Ethan Gray put his arm around her shoulder and led her to the sofa. "Are you the woman she introduced? Let's have a look."

Quinn was thrown onto the sofa, and several pairs of eyes turned to her.

She was shocked by their appearances. She recognized two women with quite a few followers.

She didn't know the other men, but their attire indicated they held significant status.

"You look good. It's a pity if you don't start live streaming," someone commented.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"What's the future in live streaming? Miss, interested in becoming a star? Join our company, and I'll make you a famous one," another voice said.

Quinn's body stiffened, and her gaze fell on the coffee table. It wasn't the sight of these influencers that shocked her the most, but the items on the table.

Besides the bottles of alcohol, there were several used syringes. She had a rough idea of what they were for, considering the atmosphere and the people's state.

"Sorry, I need to find someone. I'll take my leave," Quinn said, trying to get up.

As she was about to stand, someone pressed her shoulder back down. "Who are you looking for? Maya? Didn't she introduce you here? Why are you trying to leave now?"

Quinn's face changed, and she instantly understood.

No wonder Maya had been so quiet these past few days. It wasn't because of Alexander; she had been plotting to bring her here.

"Since you're here, you can't leave without joining us," Ethan said, smiling as he pulled out another syringe.

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Quinn's face turned pale, and she struggled even more frantically. "Let me go! I didn't see anything. I won't tell anyone, please believe me!"

But they didn't believe her.

"Miss, take this shot first. Then we'll talk," Ethan said with a smile.

Quinn stared at the needle, her eyes filled with terror. She shook her head frantically. "No."

Suddenly, she shouted towards the door, "Nathan!"-her bodyguard.

As soon as she called out, the door was kicked open, and the two bodyguards guarding the door were thrown inside.

They fell heavily to the ground, staring in shock at Nathan and Matthew Brooks. Even though they were bodyguards themselves, they were taken down in a single move. The people in the room stood up and looked at Quinn. "Who are you?"

"Let go of Mrs. Kennedy!" Nathan stepped over the fallen bodyguards and quickly approached.

Ethan grabbed Quinn by the neck, looking at them warily. "Mrs. Kennedy? Who are you?"

Hearing them call Quinn "Mrs. Kennedy," the group relaxed a bit. They had assumed the two were undercover cops.

Nathan said coldly, "We're just bodyguards. But seriously, you better let her go, or you'll deal with the consequences."

"Don't try to scare me. Even if God himself showed up today, no one is leaving this room!" Ethan declared arrogantly, signaling to someone nearby.

That person immediately pulled out a walkie-talkie and called for backup.

Nathan and Matthew exchanged a glance and clenched their fists. Just as they were about to rush in to rescue Quinn, seven or eight more people poured into the room. "Take them down!" Ethan commanded.