Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 621

Chris had already fallen far behind the woman. He could not even see her back. He sat on the bench in the neighborhood and prepared to rest.

He adjusted his clothes and his scarf until the annoying cold wind wouldn't get into his collar.

As soon as he sat down, his butt felt cold. It was the kind of cold that seeped into his bones. Out of reflex, he jumped up. His feet were warm, but it was chilly outside. He attempted to sit down on the chair again, but this time, he gradually allowed his buttocks to make contact with the seat. This way, he felt less cold.

After resting for about 10 minutes, even the chair had warmed up. Feeling that it was almost time, he stood up. He straightened his clothes and scarf, put his hands in his pockets, and walked briskly toward the villa.

When he arrived at the door, Chris raised his hand to look at the time and realized that it was not even six o'clock. In order to prevent his mother from forcing him to go to the company, he stood in the bone-chilling wind and waited for another ten minutes.

He was alone at the entrance of the villa, fighting with the cold wind.

Chris didn't open the door of the villa until 6:10 a.m.

As soon as he entered the villa, Chris felt alive.

They were from two completely different worlds. The temperature difference was too great.

On the stairs, Charlie had already dressed up and was making his way downstairs. His wife's actions had deprived him of any desire to sleep, so he decided to get up. Meanwhile, Angie had already fallen back asleep.

Chris, who had just entered for less than a minute, shivered from the cold. His ears and hands were cold. He picked up the air conditioner remote control in the living room and raised the temperature. The air conditioner in the living room was turned on by the servants in advance.

Charlie followed his gaze to the temperature on the air conditioner and reminded his son. "If you set the temperature this high, it will feel even colder when you go outside later.” With such a significant temperature difference between indoors and outdoors, the risk of catching a cold was high.

Chris shook his head. "I think it's good if | catch a cold now." At least he didn't have to go for a morning run.

their heads. Chris suddenly remembered the short- haired young woman he passed by during the morning run. Either she was unique, or she was crazy. Perhaps she had just experienced a heartbreak

wrong

standing on a tall building, contemplating

should lower the temperature of the air conditioner. | will go to work later.” Hearing this, Chris did as he was told. He picked up the remote control and lowered the temperature a little. After adjusting it, he placed the remote control on the table and walked

at his father and tried to ask, "Dad, you really don't know why

65 would be challenging enough.” Chris was

He was afraid that if his mom woke up, she would start making things difficult for him again. For safety’s sake, it was better to go

the door to Stella's room opened on time. Wearing a down jacket, she skipped downstairs with a black limited edition bag on her shoulder. This was a birthday gift from

downstairs, she noticed the living room was so quiet that she could

very high, making her feel like she was wearing the

on the sofa early in the morning and watch television. Where did she go this morning? Stella asked the servant standing quietly at the side, "Where's my mom?" Chris was probably still asleep. Her father must have gone

Stella raised her hand and looked at the red watch on her wrist. "It's not even eight o'clock yet. Doesn't Chris go out at eight o'clock every day?" He would

a relationship?

Chris woke up at 5 am and even went out for a morning run." Hearing this, Stella was stunned.

by the servants.

were constantly

took the breakfast from another servant. She mustered her courage and went to work. It would take a few minutes

of the door and felt the real cold,

Yamin Group, Leia wore a coffee-colored suit, a black high-necked base layer, black slightly flared trousers, and a pair of 3 inches nude high-heeled shoes. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of coffee, overlooking the scenery in front of the office

there were mainly villas and low-rise buildings, but in Athana, the higher

Her fingertips, coated with a layer of nude protective nail polish, rhythmically tapped on the cup's surface, emitting a subtle sound that, upon closer listening,

said, "Come in." The secretary entered with a stack of papers and reported on the morning's work. "Ms. March, these are the documents you need to sign today. There's a high-level meeting in the morning, and in the afternoon, a few university students will come for interviews for the sales representative position." As she spoke, the secretary opened another folder in her arms and placed it in front of the woman. She reported seriously, "These candidates were selected after two rounds of screening. Ms. March, do you need to personally interview them?" The woman lowered her head and did not answer the secretary immediately. She reached out and flipped through the resumes given by the secretary. There were a total of

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