Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 69

The private room was a complete mess, with everything that could be smashed now lying in ruins,

Refusing to be defeated, Mia retrieved her phone and swiftly dialed Natalie’s number With a mischievous glint, she could not resist yelling. “Aren’t you curious to know who was behind the incident where you were drugged at the Foster family?”

There was silence on the other end, indicating that Natalie was listening. Mia felt a sense of triumph and continued to provoke her, “It was me. Aren’t you surprised? Do you want to know if Mr. Wilson is aware of it? Well, let me tell you, not only does he know, but he even had someone send me the information to keep it safe. You see, he didn’t want you to find out. Why do you think you have the right to compete with me? Just because you think you’re Mr. Wilson’s woman? Would he allow me to drug you if he truly liked you?”

With her objective achieved, Mia felt great satisfaction, and her mood significantly lifted.

As the call ended, Natalie’s complexion turned ashen, a wave of unease washing over her. Her chest tightened, making it difficult to draw a steady breath. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, and she fought to hold them back.

Sensing Natalie’s distress, Sherri swiftly located a nearby parking spot and unfastened her seatbelt. Leaning closer, she looked at Natalie with genuine concern and asked, “Natalie, what happened? Who was on the phone?”

Sherri pondered, “Natalie is a strong woman. Besides Mr. Foster’s passing, no one had made Natalie lose her cool like this. She is clearly trying her best to suppress her emotions!”

After a moment of silence, Natalie turned her head and looked at Sherri with her bloodshot eyes as she asked, “Sherri… do you know who is responsible for drugging us at the Foster family?”

Sherri shook her head; she genuinely did not know. It would have caused a major rift if she had known, especially considering her

involvement with Hackett Blackwell.

In a trembling voice, Natalie whispered, “It was Mia Blackwell”

“That woman is utterly despicable! Is she completely unhinged? I am going to find her,” Sherri exclaimed as fury surged through her veins. She unlocked the car, readying herself to step out, but Natalie swiftly grasped her arm, preventing her from leaving.

In a muted voice, Natalie pleaded, “Don’t go. Trevon Wilson is determined to protect her. What could you possibly do to her?”

Sherri rose her voice, “What? Trevon Wilson not only knows about it but is actively protecting her. This is unacceptable! I don’t care if he’s Mr. Wilson or Mr. Theo. We cannot simply let this go. We must hold that woman accountable. Natalie, you wouldn’t let her escape unscathed, will you?”

Sherri never viewed her best friend as someone who would back down in the face of bullies. Throughout their lives, she recognized Natalie as a person who would never hesitate to seek retribution for any wrongdoing inflicted upon her.

composure, carefully navigating her delicate emotions. She shifted her gaze to the tranquil scenery outside, drawing solace from its calming presence. Returning to Sherri, she asked, “Does Mia happen to

of offering an immediate response to Natalie’s question,

mood, Sherri observed that it was particularly pronounced that day. She responded, “I can’t say whether Mia is considered a romantic interest, but… she happens to be Mr.

and effortlessly examined the chat history. It also clarifies how she could send me a screenshot

Her supposedly devoted husband had been aware of his ex-girlfriend’s role in the drugging incident, yet he willingly

contemplated, “What is there for him to fear? Is he concerned that

looked at her dejected friend and asked carefully,

deep distress. Otherwise, why would Natalie be so upset by Trevon’s betrayal? Natalie would not have reacted if she

is often said that the one who falls first is the one who suffers the loss.

that she had lost her cool. However, the profound sense of heartbreak and distress was inevitable as this marriage

for her by her

her veins. It seemed as though her husband, in collaboration with his mistress, had orchestrated a cruel conspiracy against her. It felt surreal as if her life had been transplanted into a dramatic television series unfolding

“How absurd. I never anticipated developing any feelings

with him. At most, it’s just a fleeting fondness. Now that I see things clearly, I can cut my losses in time. I’m not at a complete loss. The only aspect that troubles me

leaned in and enveloped Natalie in a heartfelt embrace and sincerely consoled, “It’s alright. Our lives don’t have to revolve around men. I am here with you, and we should never settle for any scumbag. Natalie, you deserve someone far better. Your world will be imbued with beauty once

in endless circles? Why not claim I’ve circled the entire Earth while you’re at it? Besides, aren’t you the one getting married? If you decide to become a nun because of me, I can already picture your mother hunting me down in the dead of

I’ll be right by your side. I’ll stand by my best friend no matter what, even if it

for pizza!” Natalie

friend and, seeing that Natalie’s emotions had calmed down, she

surprised that her best friend, Natalie, had developed feelings for Trevon. It was hardly surprising, considering his handsome appearance and well-built physique aligned perfectly with a woman’s aesthetic. This allure proved irresistible for Natalie, who had not been exposed to many men before. Moreover, the significant amount of

spend years. together without forming any emotional connection, while others can instantly

by time or constrained to a linear progression. They are deeply personal and subjective, transcending rigid timelines or predetermined sequences. Guided by the desires and inclinations of the heart, they are often ignited by a profound sense of

romantic relationship, she had watched numerous TV dramas that depicted various types of love, and she had learned many

intimacy, including assisting Natalie with changing clothes and sharing meals, and recently, they even engaged in

not a good person,” Sherri quietly sighed while carefully analyzing the

this moment, the unsuspecting man sat in his chair, scrolling through his phone.