Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

It was almost time to get off work.

Stella had already changed and came to Leia's office door. She knocked a few times and only pushed open the door when the leader inside said she could enter.

she was taught by Leia to be a well-behaved person.

"Ms. March, aren't you getting off work?" Leia did not even raise her head. She was reading the document attentively. Then, she lowered her head and wrote something on the form. "Yes, you can get off work after completing today's mission." Almost everyone in the company had finished their work, and Leia was always the latest.

Speaking of which, it was strange. After coming to Yamin Group for so long, Stella had never seen Leia come to work, let alone get off work.

Stella, who had always adhered to the principle of getting off work on time, would not work overtime if she didn't have to. This was the opposite of Chris.

For Chris, doing other things was not as practical as performing surgeries and researching cases. Almost everything else was a waste of time and was unnecessary.

Chris once had said these words to Stella. At that time, Stella said, "Chris, don't you think that eating, drinking, shitting, and sleeping are a waste of time? Why don't you study how people can do it without eating, drinking, shitting, and sleeping? If you succeed in your research, you will create something in the path of medicine that has never been done before or since. Good luck. I believe in you." Chris retorted like this back then, "What | want to accomplish now is figure out how to replace your brain." Stella glanced at Leia, who was working with her head lowered. "Then ['ll leave first. Bye-bye, Ms. March.” "Yeah." Just as Stella placed a hand on the glass door, Leia's voice came from behind her. "Oh, right. Recruit three salespeople.

And you're their leader." Hearing this, Stella turned around and pointed at her face with her index finger, thinking she had misheard. "Me?" Hearing her loud voice, Leia looked up and met her gaze. She asked, "Or what? Me?" Realizing that the leader, the person her sister sent to deal with her, was not joking, she quickly changed her tone. "Me, it must be me. It has to be me. You've arranged it very well." Leia held back her laughter and said calmly, "Go out." "Alright, goodbye. Ms. March, take care." Stella closed the door obsequiously.

When she walked out of the door, she bumped into Mona, who had just entered. She greeted her warmly, "Hi, hello. Mona, why aren't you off work yet? Are you working overtime, too?" Mona was wearing a black suit. Her lips curved slightly. "Yes, I'l tell Ms. March. Ms..." Before she could say the word "Yamin," she was stopped by the carefree Stella. "Call me Stella. Why do you keep calling me Ms. Yamin? It sounds like we're not close enough.” Mona was speechless.

Stella looked around and covered one side of her face with one hand. She quietly lowered her voice and asked, "Mona, where exactly does Ms. March live?" Mona replied extremely seriously, "I don't know. I've never been to Ms. March's house." Stella didn't believe it. "You're spouting nonsense. I'm not telling anyone. Why are you acting like a spy in a spy movie?" 'Is there a need to be so secretive? Even if she is the imperial envoy, she won't be murdered if she lets others know where she lives," Stella thought.

box in the back seat and raised her hand to knock her head. "Damn, | forgot the gift for Ava. What a memory." After saying that, she took out the shiny phone decorated by herself from her bag and took out Ava's business card. She started the car with one hand and sent a voice message with the other. "Ava, calling Ava. Are you there?" After

voice message. Her soft voice echoed in the car. "I'm here. You just got off work

that it could make one's ears pregnant. "I bought little gifts for the babies on a business trip a few days ago. | forgot to give them to you. | only brought two this time because time is limited. You can't tell them. I'll

smiled. "Alright, shall | come and get it?" Stella held the phone and said into the microphone at the bottom of the phone, "No need. I'll send it over to you. Are you at home tomorrow?" "Yes, yes. Just come." Stella looked ahead. "Alright, I'll send it to you tomorrow afternoon. | want to have some beauty sleep in the morning.” Ava was puzzled. "Isn't beauty sleep at night?" "For me, as long as it's a sleep, it's called beauty sleep.” "Alright, you're right. I'll wait for you tomorrow." "Okay, okay,

No wonder Frank treats Ava like a little princess.” It was a little congested after work. Fifty minutes later, Stella arrived at the Yamin family. She turned off the engine, unbuckled her seatbelt, took her phone, grabbed her bag, and opened the door. Then, she got out of the car. The entire set of actions took less than

villa gate and casually threw her high heels at the door. She took her slippers, stepped in, and went straight to the

for me? Am | still your family? | work so hard." Angie said, "Didn't you get the salary? Your current salary is twice that of your current salary at the Wilson Group. What? Do you want to increase your salary?" After washing her hands, Stella shook her hands and wiped them with a tissue. She grinned and said, "If Dad agrees,

was a chairman in name only. He didn't have the final say. When he heard his wife's words, his hand, which was holding the fork, paused. Then, he picked up the food on his plate with his fork and prepared to eat it. "You can decide on the financial side." Chris thought to himself, "What a good answer. | have to learn." Angie was quite satisfied with her husband's answer, but she was also humble. She held a white porcelain bow and said, "Since your father has given me the right, I'l tell you. It depends on how you perform." Charlie cursed in his heart, It's not that | have given you the right. If | didn't say that, | will have to run with my son tomorrow morning." "Did | not perform well? Mr. Yamin, did | not perform well in the company? I'm more or less good. If you don't believe me, ask Dad to ask Ms. March. My performance is good. Ms. March even gave me a

his sister. Stella noticed his action. "Chris, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly think of running in the morning? The maid said that you've been running for two days. Are you suffering from osteoporosis or rheumatism?" Chris wanted to cover his sister's head with the plate if allowed. He had already stopped talking. It seemed

not know why his wife wanted his son to run in the winter. He pricked up his ears and did not stop eating macaroni, pretending to

know the reason, said lightly. He could not be bothered

in such cold weather? Why don't you go to Trevon's gym to exercise?

how to

out ground that he didn't need to

would ask Natalie about this another

let his son exercise first. She reprimanded her talkative daughter, "You talk too much. So what if your brother wants to run? If not, you can accompany your brother tomorrow.” Angie only wanted her daughter to shut up. She knew very well that her

a surrendering gesture. "| was wrong. Exercising is quite good. Chris, you can do it. I'll support you mentally, but