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Love Unspoken

Abigail’s smile softened as she grasped Quinn’s hand, I’m sorry, I really wanted you to come. I didn’t mean to block you.”Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

She paused, looking intently at Quinn. “Since you’re here, that means I’m more important to you than. Alexander, right?”

Quinn nodded, still catching her breath.

“Alright, I’ll add you back, okay?” Abigail said, pulling out her phone to re-add Quinn. She then quickly changed the subject. “So, are you still going to VX Games?”

Quinn nodded again without hesitation.

“There, we’re friends on WhatsApp again! But we can’t have you going out like this. Hang on, I’ll grab you some clothes,” Abigail said, fetching something more appropriate for Quinn to wear.

The clothes were casual and a bit loose on Quinn, but they were fine given her height.

Once dressed, Abigail took Quinn to VX Games on her bike. They explained their visit at the reception and were directed to the marketing department.

Ellis greeted them warmly, but the atmosphere shifted when they noticed Getty already there.

She was lounging back in her chair, examining her freshly manicured nails. “Ellis, is this the person you said wanted to cosplay Lunar?” Getty asked, looking up. “Exactly,” Ellis replied with enthusiasm, “You see, Getty, you and Quinn have different styles. If you were to cosplay as Lark, that would be amazing.”

Getty scoffed, “What if I want to cosplay as Lunar?”

“That’s…” Ellis began, the producers exchanging uneasy glances. If Getty insisted on cosplaying as Lunar, it would complicate things, as Quinn would then have no role to play.

Abigail turned to Ellis, her tone inquisitive. “What’s going on here, Ellis?”

Ellis leaned in and whispered confidentially, “She’s the top spender on our server, and Alexander brought her in.”

Abigail chuckled at the revelation, raising her voice deliberately. The top spender, huh? Alexander sure knows how to spend money, doesn’t he? If only he were so generous with his own wife.”

The comment stirred whispers throughout the office, and Getty’s face drained of color. She stood up abruptly, shooting a furious glare at Abigail. Quinn discreetly tugged at Abigail’s sleeve, silently pleading for her to ease up. The wound on her head from their last encounter hadn’t even fully healed

yet.

Amid the murmurs, someone whispered, “Is Alexander married?”

“I don’t know, but from what she just said, his wife isn’t Getty, right?”

“Who knows? People in their class often have several affairs.”

Getty, feeling both angry and embarrassed under the scrutinizing and disdainful gazes of others, took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself and sat back down. “Ellis, let’s be clear, I’m cosplaying as Lunar. If you have a problem with that, go talk to Alexander.”

Ellis looked troubled as he glanced between Getty and Abigail. “Abigail, what do you suggest we…”

Quinn, sensing the rising tension, gently pulled at Abigail’s hand and nodded towards the door, signaling it was time to leave. “Leave? Why should we?” Abigail’s voice was sharp with anger.

Normally, she might have stepped aside if someone else wanted the role, but not for Getty. She refused to back down now. “How much has she spent on your game?” Abigail asked.

“A little over twenty million,” Ellis replied, looking somewhat embarrassed.

With a defiant lift of her chin, Abigail declared, “I’ll give you thirty million. Quinn’s taking the role!”

The room fell silent.

Quinn was taken aback. She had come here to earn money, not to have it spent on her behalf.

But Abigail was resolute; while Quinn might not have the funds, Abigail was not about to let this injustice stand. “Abigail, there’s no need to go to all this trouble…” Quinn began, but Abigail’s determined expression told her that the argument was far from over.