Twisted Fate

Alex Foster sighed softly. What can he say now? He just remained quiet and didn’t reply to Sarah.

“I told her to divorce you and then pay compensation, but she wouldn’t, she refused to do what I told her.

And I knew my daughter’s life would be in danger if she remained by your side. And just like I had predicted, she was almost killed by your ex-girlfriend.

Now, take a look at my daughter, see what she looked like on that bed. This is all your fault Alex Foster…” Sarah gnashed in fury.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Sarah’s eyes were red, shooting daggers at Alex. She would have yanked herself on him if Rosa hadn’t held her, and restrained her.

“Calm down Ms Sarah. This is not Alex’s fault at all. Please don’t blame him. He’s going through a lot right now and like you, he needs everyone’s support.

Let’s keep our hopes alive and be persuaded that everything is going to be fine”Greg coaxed, easing Sarah’s temper.

Alex glanced at Sarah’s puffy face and looked away as he gently passed by her side and went to check on Alice.

Alice’s lips were pale. She really looked dead glancing at her from a distance. But the doctor said the side effect of the stimulant has been neutralised.

Thirty minutes later, Alex returned to Sarah and the rest. He announced to them that the truck driver had been apprehended by the police.

That news came as a relief to them all. The one person they were waiting to be apprehended now is Lisa Anderson.

The news of the arrest of the driver that crushed Ella Smith, the wife of the Billionaire business tycoon Alex Foster had been apprehended.

And as it is, the airport has been locked down. No one goes out of the country, except those coming in.

There are road blocks. Everywhere in the City has been paraded and searched for Lisa Anderson.

Her parents had been placed under house arrest until their criminal daughter was found.

The entire Anderson’s Mansion has been safely guided by armed men. But there’s something that Nicolas Anderson completely forgot about, his telephone calls.

Nicolas Anderson completely forgot about the probability of having his conversation wiretap.

That night, he got to his room and called Lisa, telling her of the thorough search that Alex had raised in the entire city to track her down.

She needed to lay low until he received further information from him. For the time being, he, as well as the entire Anderson family had been placed on a twenty four surveillance.

Their movements have been restricted as well as placed on a house arrest. She shouldn’t expect to see him in a couple of days.

He would find every means to get their meals to them. But for the time being, she shouldn’t step out of their hideout.

Satisfied, Nicolas Anderson hung up and sighed softly. Alex Foster could turn the city upside down for all he cares. His daughter Lisa would not be found.

The security department was more than excited to listen to Nicolas Anderson’s conversation. He was careless.

Despite being an adult, couldn’t he be careful in times like these and not say all these things he said?

Besides, he shouldn’t have used an unknown cell phone number to call. Why use his known cell phone number?

Every member of the Anderson’s family cell phone number was wiretap. They did it because Lisa might decide to contact any of them for help.

Or better still, contrary to the claim of everyone in the family not to know Lisa’s whereabouts, they might call her secretly and that’s exactly what Nicolas did.

As soon as the call ended, the cell phone number that Nicolas called was being tracked. They kept tracking the number the entire night until it led them to the underground basement of an abandoned building, at the outskirts of the City.

When the police arrived there, they were shocked. They could never search for Lisa Anderson and ever thought of coming to the wretched, abandoned building that a side of it was almost collapsing.

When they got into the building, they searched the old building and there was nobody there. There was no sign that someone had visited that building in months.

But the tracking device was blinking red at that spot. Then they decided to find any door, or entrance that might lead them to an inner room, chamber or wherever.

After searching the entire building, the men paused to think of something or anything that could be done when they heard the honking of a car from a distance.

They took position and hid themselves. The fellow brought wraps of food in a foil paper and looked around, certain that no one saw him, he walked briskly into the building.

Everywhere was dark except for the faint light he put on to find his way. He walked straight towards the building but suddenly paused.

Why was he feeling there were eyes on him? Was anyone trailing him? He didn’t know that except that he found an old wagon parked along the way.

It’s normal. That place was a parking lot and some old poor tramp still lived in the vicinity. Only such poor things could own an old rickety wagon.

He looked around and convinced that his mind was overthinking, he pushed a cupboard away from the wall of the kitchen and walked in before placing the cupboard back into position.

The police officers came out of their hiding. Behind a cupboard was the entrance. No wonder they couldn’t find it when they searched.

But then, they don’t need to rush after him. They went back to their hiding and waited. Soon the fellow walked out and placed the cupboard back.

As he turned to take his next step, he suddenly saw a gun, pointed at his head.