As soon as Fiona stepped out of her car, wearing a full set of dark grey hoodie and joggers with the hood covering her head, in addition to a maskpletely covering her identity, she stomped towards Tracie’s car with a re even though Tracie’s car were heavily tinted.
Tracie stepped out, frowning at Fiona’s appearance. Although it hadn’t been long since she’d been watching Fiona, she could already conclude that the woman loved to impress with her appearance so she nevercked in fashion sense.
However, right now, she looked different.
"If you don’t stop following me, I swear I’ll report you to the police and file a restraining order against you," Fiona snapped, her voice filled with frustration. Tracie’s gaze narrowed even further, her expression unreadable. "The only reason I haven’t done it yet is out of respect for your father. But you’re seriously pushing it. You’re acting like some obsessed fan who doesn’t know how to back off."
"All what you’re saying ispletely a waste of saliva because I’ve already told you what I want but you refuse to give it to me. You don’t even need to hide it because I’m sure you were a witness to what happened the night Arabe died, so tell me what you saw."
Fiona instinctively took a step back as soon as those words slipped out of Tracie’s mouth.
"I was not present when she died and I don’t know anything," she replied defensively while Tracie hummed as if she understood. "Why are you going to understand that and leave me alone for goodness sake?!"
Tracie sighed. If only she had her way, she would have drugged Fiona and kept her somewhere until she finally decided to confess.
"Then why did you leave Radiantia a few days after her death? Xavier also texted you but you didn’t reply. What’s going on?" She asked, her tone surprisingly calm and rxing.
"I left on my own ord and I don’t have to exin anything to you." Fiona turned to leave but Tracie immediately stopped her by grabbing her arm and Fiona flinched, yanking her arm back.
Her actions hade out shocking to Tracie but she didn’t say anything.
"Look, I know you know something. Your eyes are trembling with fear because you’re hiding something," Tracie began, her voice firm, while Fiona clutched her arms tightly to her chest, stepping back to avoid further confrontation. "Xavier was med for Arabe’s death. The fingerprints pointed to him, but it’s not true. Xander believes it was Xavier, and now he’s kidnapped Xavier’s wife—my little sister—as revenge against his twin brother."
Fiona’s eyes widened in shock but since her face was still hidden under the mask, Tracie had no idea what she was thinking of.
"I’m begging you please." Tracie’s hands were now ced against each other as she pleaded. "I’ve lost her in the past. And every day that passes, I can feel my heart crack in worry because she’s not doing well over there. He keeps doing awful things to her and uploading it on the inte. I just want my little sister back. So please, tell me everything you know so that the real killer can be found and Xander will finally let go of Anastasia."
Tears pooled in Fiona’s eyes when she heard all Tracie had to say. Her lips parted, but the words couldn’te out. She had a lot to say but she couldn’t bring herself to say them. It was as if the cat had caught her tongue, making it difficult to form a sentence, especially since she knew if she said anything, her life could be in danger.
Tracie waited, hoping Fiona would pity her and reveal something that might be of help, something that might convince Xander that Xavier wasn’t the one who killed Arabe.
After a few seconds, Fiona started shaking her head, her stance seeming unbreakable this time and Tracie could already see Fiona wasn’t going to give her what she wanted.
"I’m sorry for what is happening to your family but I really can’t be of any help to you. I left years ago due to some personal matters I won’t be disclosing no matter what. But I hope you find your sister and the truth." <i>But not from me.</i>