Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 72

Having just finished taking a shower. Natalie sat on the bed, getting ready to watch an anatomy video tutorial. However, just as the video started playing for two seconds, she heard the sound of an engine coming from downstairs. A surge of curiosity and temptation welled inside her, leaving her torn between whether or not to inquire about the drugging incident.

After some consideration, Natalie decided to seek clarification.

With a swift motion, she leaped off the bed, hastily snatching a jacket, and swiftly exited through the door, propelled by an unwavering resolve.

Natalie collided with a man whose eyes emanated a chilling, icy gaze as she rushed out. The sheer intensity of his glare left no room for doubt as anger surged within him.

For a brief moment, Natalie locked eyes with him, a sense of perplexity washing over her. She struggled to comprehend what she could have done to incite such unrelenting anger from this man throughout the day.

Disregarding the presence of the woman who had just emerged. Trevon raised his foot, poised to take a step toward his

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“Do you know who drugged the drinks at the Foster family’s home?” Unable to contain the curiosity that was consuming her. Natalie finally voiced the question

The wait persisted, each minute and second stretching on, and still, the man offered no immediate response.

Yet, deep within her heart, a fragile, delicate flicker of hope persevered

Amidst a brief silence that lingered for approximately 10 seconds, the man shifted his towering frame, his gaze laced with a subtle touch of arrogance. “Are you accusing me?” he questioned, his tone tinged with insolence.

Natalie contemplated his response, silently musing that she was not accusing him. She intended to seek clarification and find closure for herself in the situation.

“Accusing? What right do I have to accuse?” Natalie thought.

Maintaining a composed demeanor. Natalie calmly responded, her expression unaltered. “No. I merely wished to know if Mr. Wilson knows who was responsible for the incident.

Closing the distance between them. Trevon towered over her, casting a condescending gaze from his elevated position. “Why does it matter if I know or not? Aren’t you close with Edward Landor? Don’t the two of you have pizza together all the time? Why don’t you seek his assistance in your investigation?” he scorned.

Taken aback by his words, Natalie’s eyes widened in surprise “Did you see us?” she inquired.

A thought crossed her mind, but Natalie could not believe that Trevon would have someone monitor her every move, He would not waste any time on her.

However. Natalie had not engaged in any secretive or shameful activities. The pizza gathering had involved four individuals, not solely her and Edward, and no further explanation was unnecessary.

As the image sent by Mia flashed through his mind. Trevon’s eyes grew shadowed, and a frigid aura seemed to radiate from his core, enveloping his entire being.

Trevon retorted, “Do you truly think I would lower myself to visit such a tasteless place? Where do you find the audacity to assume I would even consider seeking you out in such a place?”

On a fateful day in the future, Trevon would find his own words haunting him, slapping him in the face with undeniable

truth

slowly. “Mr. Wilson, allow me to ask once more. Do you know who was behind the drugging incident? As for my decision to seek Edward Landor’s assistance, it

pursuit of the truth, his eyes took on a slightly complex expression, their color appearing murky

Natalie implored, her patience wearing thin as she grew weary of the continuous

lips hesitantly. “L.. I know,” he finally muttered.

the conversation any further. Cutting him off abruptly, she spared no time for additional words. “Okay, thank you for your response, Mr. Wilson. Goodnight,” she swiftly declared, bringing

sometimes be accomplished with

entering, Natalie abruptly halted her footsteps. “I will be moving out tomorrow. As for explaining

to cohabit with you for three months. If Mr. Theo has imposed a time constraint for granting your desires, I will take full

Natalie did not wait for Trevon’s response. She swiftly entered her room, securing the door behind her, effectively shutting harn

he lingered there, lost in contemplation for several

his room, Trevon veered from his usual routine of taking a

dialed a number. “What did you tell her?” he urgently inquired of Jim/

perplexed. “Mr. Wilson, what do you mean?” he asked in

himself. “Did you not call

echoed with genuine confusion as he struggled to grasp the

have you been

sentence of clarity. “Oh, you’re referring to Mrs. Wilson. No, I haven’t. I haven’t contacted Mrs.

off about that statement, Jim pondered. “But, well,

the atmosphere. “Find out who she met with

the afternoon. The photo depicted them in an intimate scene, with their heads

from behind, captured in a private

evident to Trevon that Natalie had not taken his words seriously, and his previous warning seemned

affected her

lack of information from

when the waiter arrived to change the pizza. The group of four discreetly moved aside, and in that very instant,

Edward

was

She sought a solution to her predicament and opened a rental website, determined to find houses near

rents in Athana, the capital city, so expensive? 1 mean, the rental for a one-bedroom apartment with a mere

to limited time constraints. Ultimately, Natalie made up her mind to visit a real estate agency the following day after work. Her plan was to explore the available options and if she came across a reasonably priced choice, she would proceed to sign the lease without

the

options. Natalie set her phone aside and prepared herself

mere minutes after she set her phone aside, it suddenly began to ring. Turning to her side, Natalie reached for her phone and held it

could sense the upbeat tone in Sherri’s voice, indicating that she was

with a touch of sleepiness in her voice, “Did you win the lottery or something? You