Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 13

The following morning, the sky was overcast and cloudy with a bit of haze, and the air quality was not good.

It was probably because it was almost late autumn that the weather was like this. Autumn and spring always came and went in a hurry.

The cold wind poured into the thin suit and made Natalie feel a little cold. Even if she wore a light sweater inside, she still felt cold.

It felt like it would rain last night, so she pulled her motorcycle into the garage. She had gotten up early today and hadn’t planned to ride to work because she would have been easily discovered by her father and Elena’s men that way.

Because of Trevon’s repeated defensiveness and side warnings last night, Natalie did not want to be misunderstood again. She then made only her own breakfast. She simply made omelets and had a glass of milk..

After breakfast, she went into the garage to take a look at her motorcycle.

She took a cab after walking 1000 or 2000 feet outside the villa area.

There was really no need for a cab in this upscale villa area.

But she was lucky to get a cab right after she got out.

When she got in the cab, the driver asked her curiously, “Miss, why do you live here but take a cab? You are lucky today. I took a white–collar worker here just now because he needed to come here to help his boss drive. Just after he got off and you’re here.”

Natalie thought to herself, “No wonder I got a cab so quickly today.”

She replied politely, “My car broke down.” She couldn’t tell the driver she purposely didn’t drive because someone was trying to hurt her.

The driver was with an “I knew it look. “No wonder. People who live here are the gentry and nobility, and no one here needs a cab at all. We usually only receive orders to drive certain people here, but we can hardly receive orders to drive to send people out from here.”

She didn’t respond momentarily and asked, “Sir, do you often drive people here?”

The driver replied, “Yes, many of the rich heirs here are always drunk at night. Rich people are like that. We cab drivers are not surprised by this kind of thing. We would love to have more of these customers.”

Those wealthy families were particularly generous. If he was lucky to meet this kind of generous customer, the money he made in one night could equal the total amount he made in several days.

The chatty driver continued, “Are you also buying a house here?”

the driver didn’t think she was adopted or a

where are you going? You have quite a

“The Athana Hospital.”

the rearview mirror. “Are you feeling unwell? Listen, you’re

interacted with all kinds of people daily. Especially those from Athana, many of whom were addicted to extravagant life and overspending on their health. The later it was, the more orders the cab drivers

Otherwise, he really wanted to

bit speechless and secretly thought, “Isn’t this driver too chatty? He’s even more talkative than Sherri.” She didn’t

“I’m a doctor.”

at Natalie. Then he started talking about how he envied educated people like Natalie and then said something about he was uneducated and had to earn money through

driver was bored driving

Natalie’s lips curled up with a hint of ridicule, and she thought to

moment, she said to the cab driver, “Sir, you drive

was the road next to the commercial street, which was particularly crowded and congested. Natalie chose the crowded road because it would be difficult for the other party to take action against her

That way is only for shoppers.” The driver was surprised that Natalie

someone was trying to kill her. What if the driver

drive as fast as you can.” Natalie had no choice. She could only solve this problem with

to spend a fortune early

energy. He said with his face full of smiles. “Okay, Miss. Sit steadily. I’m a professional driver for 25 years, and I’m absolutely skillful. Don’t worry. I won’t let you be

late.”

to herself, “Hurry up. The

corner, he then turned around and immediately accelerated forward. When the motorcycle

also blocked by other cars behind the traffic light, and could only watch the cab Natalie was in getting further and further away.

Natalie gave the driver 60 dollars. The driver said

the front desk chatting with a big smile

asked, “What’s going on? Why are you half an hour late today? It’s almost time

work and the most procrastinating when off work. Sherri was

was mentally ill because she wasn’t eager

front desk, Natalie walked straight to her office. After Sherri looked at her limited edition

answer Sherri’s question just now because there were too

answer the question, but Sherri

today than before. You weren’t doing something

nothing serious in Sherri’s mind. “What do you think? Do