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

it 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 even

“The Athana Hospital.”

you feeling unwell? Listen, you’re young now, but you can’t

were addicted to

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

“Isn’t this driver too chatty? He’s even more talkative than Sherri.” She didn’t really want to talk too much in the

“I’m a doctor.”

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

Perhaps the driver was bored driving every day and wanted to talk

lips curled up with a hint of ridicule, and she thought to herself, “They’re really

thinking for a moment, she said to the cab driver, “Sir, you drive to the crowded area. Don’t take that road.”

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 there.

work? That way is only for shoppers.” The driver was surprised that Natalie suddenly wanted to change her

someone was trying to kill her.

give you extra money. Just drive as fast as you can.” Natalie had no choice. She could only solve this problem with money, which was a bit heartbreaking.

dad had caused her to spend a fortune early

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 worry.

late.”

up.

and immediately accelerated forward. When the

getting closer and closer to the crowded street. The motorcycle was also blocked by other cars behind the

at the hospital entrance, Natalie gave the driver 60 dollars. The driver said

at the front desk chatting with a big smile

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

and the most procrastinating when off work. Sherri

often said that Natalie was mentally ill because she wasn’t eager to get

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

now because there were too many

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

later today than before. You weren’t

mind. “What do you think? Do you think I