GoodRead"Why would he do this?" The question hung in the air, heavy with accusation. "He's the sole heir to the Kennedy
fortune. Everything will eventually be his. What's his game?"
"Only heir?" Walter's scoff cut through the silence. "You're really going to use that line on me? He must have
known something long before this."
A sigh echoed from the other end of the line, a weary surrender to the argument.
Without another word, Walter ended the call and strode out, confidence radiating from him.
As he made his way out, he noticed Alexander's car parked quietly on the street, its headlights on, as if in
anticipation of his arrival.
Drawing closer, Walter could see Alexander's silhouette through the car window.
Leaning casually against the side of the car, Alexander held a cigarette between his fingers, his collar open, the
very picture of a nonchalant rebel.
A small smile tugged at the corners of Walter's mouth as he approached. "Alexander, have you been waiting for
me?"
Alexander turned his head, his gaze indifferent, smoke curling around him, adding an air of mystery to his
demeanor.
"With your intelligence, Walter, | wouldn't expect such a blunder," Alexander's tone was enigmatic, elusive.
Walter chuckled and slid into the car.
Once settled, the car glided away, coming to a stop at a quiet intersection.
Alexander rolled down the window, extracted another cigarette, and leaned against the frto light it. The
glow from the lighter briefly illuminated his face before fading away.
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Turning to him, Walter spoke, "I had sdoubts | wanted to confront you with, but it seems unnecessary now."
"When everything is clear, why bother asking?" Alexander retorted.
"So, what are we waiting for, Alexander? What do you want?"
Alexander flicked the ash from his cigarette, tilting his head slightly. "Where's the guy?"
Walter hesitated briefly, then seemed to cto a realization. "You knew all along, didn't you?"
Alexander remained silent.
Struck by a sudden thought, Walter let out a self-deprecating chuckle. "So, everything you did in front ofwas
just an act?"
"That's right, | had my suspicions. The first proposal was rejected, but the second passed without a hitch."
"It's a sh| didn't see your final move coming. Poor Quinn."
Walter's voice held a hint of regret. Initially, he had only meant to provoke Quinn by suggesting that Alexander
didn't care about her.
But now, it seemed that Alexander genuinely didn't care.
Despite knowing that Quinn was in his hands, he had feigned ignorance, feigning anxiety to lower Walter's
guard.
Only after the proposal was submitted and approved did he start to earnestly look for Quinn.
Walter had thought Alexander was
preoccupied with worry for Quinn's
safety, which was why he wasn.
focused on work, wry be thasted him
1s Gb {Re proposal. Even though
Walter later suspected it might have
been a trap, his signature was
already on the document. All he had
to do then was transfer the funds.
After all, it was Alexander's signature.
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difte them by issuing new ones. The
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Either way, Walter saw his opportunity. Through that transfer, he would slowly take control of the Kennedy
family's shares.
Little did he know, Alexander had anticipated his final move and taken the steps Walter had intended for himself.
Alexander's gaze darkened slightly,
his hand dangling outside the m
window, the cigarette Gaming to a
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ground. Avoiding the issue, Alexander
asked instead, "Why did you do it?"
"That's my question. Shouldn't | be asking you that?" Walter retorted.
Ignoring his rebuttal, Alexander pressed on, "lI want to know why. What's your purpose in infiltrating the Kennedy
family?"
Walter, too, lit a cigarette and leaned against the car window, gazing out at the night. "And if | refuse to talk?" &
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