Revenge of the Abandoned Billionaire

Chapter 93

THE SEARCH

The next morning had promised to be a cloudy day. The Don sat in his dining sipping coffee from a mug, his phone in his right hand.

He had been trying since his waking hour to get across to his nephew to know the latest. Unfortunately, every effort to reach Andrés met with a brick wall. His phone line was switched off. His official line automatically redirected him to his voicemail. His home intercom buzzed on end with no one to answer until the answering machine prompts him to leave a message, which he had done a couple of times. Still, he was yet to get a feedback.

El-Zaki was starting to feel really frustrated.

It got worse by the fact that none of his colleagues he'd spoken to knew his whereabouts.

"He never told us where he was headed when he angrily left late yesterday afternoon," the police officer he contacted, Julio, who also happened to be one of the patrol officers on ground that night at Fenton Hotel said apologetically.

"Who did he go out with then?"

"Alo