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?”

thankful the driver didn’t think she was adopted or a mistress.

look. After talking for so long, the driver hadn’t 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

“The Athana Hospital.”

in the rearview mirror. “Are you feeling unwell? Listen, you’re young now, but you

many of whom were addicted to extravagant life and overspending on their health. The later it was, the more orders the cab drivers

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

too chatty? He’s even more talkative than Sherri.” She didn’t

“I’m a doctor.”

driver cast an admiring look at Natalie. Then he started talking about how he envied educated people like Natalie and

listener throughout. Perhaps the driver was bored driving every

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

the cab driver, “Sir, you

the Athana Hospital. One was a less crowded road, and the other was the road next to the commercial street, which was

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

the driver that someone was trying to

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

scumbag dad had caused her to spend a fortune early in the morning!

energy. He said with his face full of smiles. “Okay, Miss. Sit steadily. I’m a professional driver for 25

late.”

“Hurry up. The

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

closer to the crowded street. The motorcycle was also blocked by other cars behind the traffic light, and could only watch the cab Natalie was in getting further and further away.

hospital entrance, Natalie gave the driver 60 dollars. The driver said cheerfully, “Thank

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

going on? Why are you half an hour late today? It’s

was the most active at work and the most procrastinating when off work.

that Natalie was mentally ill because

her limited edition watch. she found out she still had 15 minutes to go. So, she followed

didn’t answer Sherri’s question just now because there

was about to answer the question, but Sherri asked another

than before. You weren’t doing something sweet with Mr. Wilson,

knew there was nothing serious in Sherri’s mind. “What do you think? Do you think I lack