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Chapter_95
The car sped through the empty streets, the headlights cutting through the darkness as Alexander focused on the road ahead. Quinn, still processing the weight of his words, felt the silence between them grow heavy. Her heart raced, but she didn’t dare speak up again. What was there to say? Alexander had seen through her scheme before she had even had a chance to properly execute it.
She glanced at him again, the contours of his face barely visible in the dim light, but the tension in the air was palpable. The subtle sound of the tires against the road filled the silence, but it felt suffocating in its own right. Quinn’s thoughts were scattered. She had tried to manipulate the situation, tried to get closer to Walter, to create a rift between him and Freya—she had thought it would work in her favor. But Alexander had already anticipated her every move.
Quinn’s hands clenched around her seatbelt once more, the remnants of her plan now lying in ruins. Alexander wasn’t just her employer, he was a master at reading people, and somehow, he had known her every thought.
“What now?” she finally muttered, her voice small, but the question felt like it weighed a ton.
Alexander’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his eyes still focused ahead. “Now, you learn your place, Quinn,” he said, his voice cold, but not without a layer of something darker beneath. “You can’t play these games and expect to come out unscathed. This isn’t a playground, and neither is Walter your toy.”
Quinn wanted to argue, to defend herself, but she felt the truth of his words like a slap to the face. Every word he spoke only dug deeper into her, unraveling the little control she thought she had. She had underestimated them, both of them.
“And Freya?” she asked, barely above a whisper, though she wasn’t sure if she truly wanted the answer.
Alexander didn’t respond immediately. The seconds stretched between them, almost painfully so, as the hum of the engine filled the gap. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “Freya will be dealt with. Don’t worry about her.”
Quinn shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling a lump form in her throat. She couldn’t look at him now, afraid he would read even more of her vulnerabilities if she did. She had pushed too far, and now the consequences were unraveling faster than she could anticipate.
“You’re not going to tell her, are you?” she asked cautiously, though part of her dreaded hearing his response.
“Why would I?” Alexander replied with a mocking chuckle. “Let her play her games. She’s always been easy to manipulate. But you,” he continued, turning his head briefly to look at her, “you’re a different kind of problem.”
Quinn’s heart dropped. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, and for a brief moment, she wondered if she had just sealed her fate. Had she made a misstep too large to recover from? She wasn’t sure she could ever gain his favor again.
The car pulled into the driveway of the Kennedy estate, and Alexander turned off the engine. The night felt even darker as Quinn stepped out of the vehicle, her legs unsteady.
Alexander didn’t wait for her as he headed towards the front door. Quinn followed behind, her mind still racing, but she kept her head low, unsure of what to expect next.
Inside, Freya was nowhere to be seen, and the house felt unnervingly empty. Quinn stood in the foyer, feeling the tension between herself and Alexander pressing down on her. There was no turning back now. She had played her cards, and the game was far from over.
