Love Unspoken

Sean and Matthew bolted outside. It was a Jeep with local plates, and a crowd had already gathered around it.

When the car door swung open and the guy inside stepped out, the Dixon family recognized him and immediately lowered their weapons. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sean asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

The newcomer was none other than Walter. He had swapped his usual attire for a black suit and tied up his hair, but that trademark smirk was still there. He strolled toward Sean, his gaze drifting past him and into the house.

"Where's Alexander?" he asked.

"None of your damn business," Sean snapped.

Walter waltzed into the house like he owned the place. Just as Sean was about to stop him, Walter suddenly said, "I know where Alistair is."

Sean was momentarily stunned, and by that time, Walter had already made his way inside.

He went straight to the laptop, opened it, and the screen lit up.

Sean was shocked and immediately rushed over to close the laptop. "Why do you start messing with things as soon as you get here!" he roared. Walter didn't respond directly. Instead, he muttered to himself, "No wonder I couldn't reach him."

Sean frowned.

Walter glanced at him. "Without Alexander, you can't even find Alistair. Sean, you're really useless."

His tone was calm, but his words cut deep. Sean had no comeback and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Walter smirked. "I'm here to help you find him, of course."

Sean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. There's no way you're that kind-hearted."

He didn't buy Walter's act for a second. In Vegas, Walter had almost killed Alexander multiple times, and now he was pretending to help them.

If he really wanted to help, he wouldn't have shown up only after Alistair had escaped and gone into hiding.

Walter raised an eyebrow. "If that's what you think, I have nothing to say."

The Dixon family members outside all knew him, and Sean wasn't confident he could drive him away. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Are you really here to find Alistair?"

Walter casually plopped down in a chair. "Of course."

"Then where is he now?" Sean asked.

Walter dodged the question and said, "I'm a bit thirsty."

Sean ground his teeth, grabbed a bottle of water from the table, and slammed it in front of him.

Walter glanced at it but didn't take it. He rubbed his temples and said, "This room is nice. It's too late today. Let me crash here, and we'll talk tomorrow. You all can leave now." Sean was about to hit him, but Matthew held him back.

Matthew grabbed the laptop and pulled Sean out. "We'll come back to see you tomorrow."

After leaving, Matthew closed the door and pulled Sean onto the road outside. "Chill out. Let's see what he wants to do." "He's so devious. What could he possibly do? As long as he doesn't harm us, that's good enough," Sean said, annoyed. "Didn't he say he wanted to help find Alistair?" Matthew reminded.

"You believe him? He's in cahoots with Alistair. How could he possibly help us find him!" Sean didn't trust Walter at all. "Well, you never know," Matthew shot back.

They muttered and debated for a long time but couldn't come to a conclusion, so they decided to drop it.

After all, Walter didn't seem to have brought many people, just Colin.

They looked over at Colin, who was also staring at them. Their eyes met, and neither side looked friendly.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.