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?”

driver didn’t think she was adopted or a

asked Natalie where she was going. “Miss, where are you going? You have quite a good personality. Talking with you makes me feel so happy that I even forgot to ask you about your

“The Athana Hospital.”

Natalie in the rearview mirror. “Are you feeling unwell? Listen, you’re young now, but you can’t overspend your

were addicted to extravagant life

he was getting older. Otherwise, he really wanted to work the evening shift every

and secretly thought, “Isn’t this driver too chatty? He’s even more

“I’m a doctor.”

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 physical

a listener throughout. Perhaps the driver was bored driving every day and wanted to talk

about to reach the hospital, she noticed a motorcycle in the rearview mirror following closely behind her, driving faster and faster. Natalie’s lips curled up with a hint of ridicule, and she thought to herself, “They’re really fast. They only discussed it last night and started taking action today. They really want me to die sooner

said to the cab driver, “Sir, you

the commercial street, which was particularly crowded and congested. Natalie chose the crowded road

traffic there. Don’t you all take this road to work? That way is only for shoppers.” The driver was

trying to

Natalie had no choice. She could only solve this problem

spend a fortune early in the

words “extra money,” the driver was immediately full of 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

late.”

“Hurry up. The tiger is already at

really skillful. Drifting around the corner, he then turned around and immediately accelerated forward. When the motorcycle behind

by other cars behind the traffic light, and could only watch

Natalie gave the driver 60 dollars. The driver said cheerfully,

the front desk chatting with a big smile on her face. She was probably

Natalie enter, Sherri raised her chin and asked, “What’s going on? Why are you half an hour late today? It’s almost

and the most procrastinating when off work. Sherri was always

ill because she wasn’t eager to

greeted by the front desk, Natalie walked straight to her office. After Sherri looked at her limited edition watch. she found out she

question just now because

the question, but Sherri asked

almost half an hour later today than before. You weren’t doing something sweet with Mr.

you think? Do you think I lack men, or he