Unmasking the Heiress

Of course, looking back was pointless. The moment she cried out for her mother, her cover was blown wide open.

The memory sparked excitement in Lydia as she hurriedly explained, "I made a break for it, and I'm calling you on the driver's phone, Julia. How was I supposed to find you? She doesn't have a dime to her name, and you'll need to send the cab fare to the driver." Minnie's worries melted away with Lydia's words.

Considering how much the Foster family resented their mother, Lydia's escape meant she had truly shaken them off. Minnie realized she did not have to worry anymore.

The taxi smoothly took a turn toward Newstead Zone.

Once they reached the spot Minnie had sent, she greeted Lydia, settled the fare, and even slipped the driver a cool 200-dollar tip.

The taxi zipped away, not heading back downtown but pulling over in a quiet corner instead.

The driver's gaze was piercing. Stepping out, he dialed a number right away. "Boss, I've spotted the target. Do we grab her now, or hold off?"

In her wildest dreams, Lydia had not imagined that the taxi she flagged down outside the security tower was in cahoots with the Foster family.

To keep their operations looking legitimate, the Foster family had nearly half the city's taxis circling the security tower, pretending to pick up fares. Of course, each driver was actually one of the Foster family's bodyguards in disguise. Meanwhile, a man in a sleek black suit stepped into Yale's office, the sound of his knock still hanging in the air.

"Sir, Minnie and Lydia have linked up, and it's confirmed-they're mother and daughter. Should we bring them in now?"

Yale stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Did you plant the bug?"

The man gave a quick nod. "Slipped it on her the moment Lydia stepped out of the security tower."

"Perfect. Relay to our team to lay low for now. Keep your eyes on them, but do not grab anyone."

The real play was not just to nab Minnie. They were after bigger fish-proof that Lydia was behind the sabotage of the Foster family's darling, Yessica.

Lydia, nose wrinkled in disgust, stepped into the modest bungalow Minnie had set up for her. "Julia, what is this dump? How do you expect me to live in a place like this?"

Minnie had the place cleaned up beforehand, and honestly, it was not half bad. However, to Lydia, who was used to sprawling villas, that was a hard pill to swallow.

Years of living high on the hog with Andrew had left her with zero tolerance for discomfort.

"If it's good enough for me, it's good enough for you." Minnie was fed up with her mother's constant

complaints. "Hey, it beats a jail cell that the Fosters would've thrown you into, doesn't it?"

She was not thrilled about the move either, but Newstead Zone's mountainous expanse was their best shot at staying off the radar.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Foster Gordon was hot on the trail of the mother-daughter duo, and they knew they had to lay low. Nobody could predict the kind of horrors they would face if they got caught. Minnie's words were enough to seal Lydia's lips tight.

The Fosters jail was not just run-down. It was the stuff of nightmares, the kind that could scare them stiff!