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. “My relatives live over

going. “Miss, where are you going? You

“The Athana Hospital.”

“Are you feeling

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

wanted to

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

“I’m a doctor.”

like Natalie and then said something about he was uneducated and had

the driver was bored driving

she was 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

the cab driver, “Sir, you drive to

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

this road to work? That way is only for shoppers.” The driver was surprised that

couldn’t tell the driver that someone was trying to kill her. What if

give you extra money. Just drive as fast as you can.” Natalie had no choice. She could only solve

to spend a

full of smiles. “Okay, Miss. Sit steadily. I’m a professional driver for 25 years,

late.”

and thought to herself, “Hurry up. The tiger is already at our

the corner, he then turned around and immediately accelerated forward. When the motorcycle behind saw the cab speeding up, it

other cars behind the traffic light, and could only watch the cab Natalie was in getting further

the driver 60 dollars. The driver

front desk chatting with a big smile on her face. She was probably talking about some

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

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

was mentally ill because she wasn’t eager to get off

office. After Sherri looked at her limited edition watch. she found out she still

just now because

moment, Natalie was about to answer the question, but Sherri asked another question before she could answer,

today than before. You weren’t doing something sweet

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