Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 1

The sky in early autumn was so blue and clear. Without pesky clouds blocking the view, it was not as vibrant and bright but brought a peaceful and calm vibe.

Natalie Foster was in a hurry as she drove her best friend Sherri Landor’s limo to the City Hall.

As soon as she alighted from the car, she saw a scene that left her speechless.

Four luxury cars were parked at the entrance of the City Hall, led by a sports car worth about 20 million dollars. Standing next to it was an elderly man with gray hair and a young man, surrounded by a dozen tall men dressed in black suits.

“I must have taken the wrong turn. Could it be that I had stumbled into some neighborhood controlled by the mafia?” thought Natalie.

She looked around and looked up. She was indeed at the City Hall.

She double–checked that she was in the right place, put the key in her jacket pocket, and walked toward the main entrance.

“Miss Foster.” The voice carried the weight of time yet remained strong and powerful.

When Natalie turned around, she saw the old man next to the luxury car calling out to her. She walked back to the car and politely asked, “Sir. Are you talking to me?”

The old man had white hair, a ruddy complexion, and a vigorous spirit. He was standing straight, like he was standing at attention. His eyes were bright, and he exuded an air of dignity that couldn’t be challenged.

“Girl. I am a friend of your grandfather. Barron should have told you about me. This is my grandson, Trevon Wilson, the one who will be getting married to you today.” He turned and gestured to his grandson next to him.

This old gentleman was introducing a person to her, but somehow it gave Natalie the feeling he was introducing a product.

For example. “These bananas were imported, 1.6 bucks a pound. It’s only on sale today, so you should grab some to take home.”

She was lost in thought for a while before turning her head to follow the old man’s gaze. Only then did she see the man next to the luxury car.

He stood next to the sports car. The warm sunlight poured down on him, highlighting his distinct and profound facial features. He looked like a frozen sculpture with enigmatic cold eyes that appeared wild and untamed.

His three–dimensional facial features were as beautiful as those of a sculpture, emitting an uncontrollable aura of royalty. The sharp edges also exuded a cold and stern demeanor that kept others at a distance.

Thinking of the task that was assigned to her, Natalie mustered up her courage and politely extended her hand to greet him. “Hello, I’m Natalie Foster. Nice to meet you.”

The man didn’t react to her right away. His eyes were freakishly cold as he assessed Natalie from head to toe before finally speaking in a disgusted tone. “Hmm.”

speechless. She thought, “Is it freezing in here? Or maybe it’s just that he has

was their first meeting, and

reaction was thus normal. Feeling slightly embarrassed, Natalie put

the hospital today. Being money conscious, she didn’t

up at the man, her gaze neither shifting in avoidance nor fright.

and if she had to line up. What if the three–hour break

like she couldn’t wait to

were slightly lowered, his face expressionless, and the contours of his features were sharp with a cold edge.

slight parting of his lips, he asked,

with what Trevon said because time was indeed limited. After all, she only took a few hours off

did she know that this was the

without stoppin straight toward the City

moment

City Hall were a little startled by the commotion, but Trevon was very handsome, which

swoon.

Wilson, Mr. Trevon Wilson, you’re here. Please follow me. We’ve arranged for the staff to take care

them to Mr.

expression. The latter respectfully took them and turned towards Natalie Foster. “Mrs.

“Mrs. Wilson?”

our marriage. What is Trevon Wilson’s identity? Why would the

didn’t even say what the guy does. That’s

save time, she quickly handed her ID card and the other documents needed to Ben Darcy and asked weakly,

gaze once again fixed on her, full of scrutiny and

be in

Natalie started explaining herself. “I’m just asking because it’s my first time getting married. Just asking. No big

marriage, and asking about it isn’t a crime. What’s with

hour at most. Please come over here to fill out

didn’t need to waste time because they were taking the green channel. Plus,

is too cold, and his aura can literally freeze people. It was already a bitterly cold winter day, and with Trevon, it felt like the temperature had dropped even further.

She’s afraid that I will change my mind even after getting a marriage license. That showed that

beside her

an hour. They got

restless heart calmed down only when his grandson handed him the marriage license.

in her pocket and said to the old gentleman, “Mr. Wilson, I have something to do,