CHAPTER SEVENTY

After Alan left Andrea’s place he drove home dejectedly, it was as if karma was playing a dirty game on him. No one seems to know where Ashley has gone or maybe they didn't want to tell him.

Clicking the door open, the emptiness of the house welcomed him, he walked to his wine cellar to drown himself with Alcohol.

Swirling the glass of whisky, he picked up his phone and dialed a number “I need to know if Mrs Ashley Anderson flew out of the international airport yesterday and where she had gone to” He said clumsily to the person over the phone.

“I will get on it and inform you soon” The person replied and the call beeped.

Sipping his glass, she glanced at the pictures of Ashley he managed to save in his phone.

“Where are you?” He asked in pain.

Thirty minutes later, his phone rang.

“Yes”

“I am sorry Sir, no one with that name boarded the plane yesterday” He informed him.

“Mmm” He hummed and ended the call. He got up and staggered to his room.

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Andrea stopped by Ashley’s moth