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

breath, exhaling 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,

his eyes took on a slightly complex expression, their color appearing murky and uncertain. A faint trace of suspicion crept

you provide me with a direct answer?” Natalie implored, her patience wearing thin as

gaze and moved his lips

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

demise of one’s heart can sometimes be accomplished

abruptly halted her footsteps. “I will be moving out tomorrow. As for explaining the

imposed a time constraint for granting your desires, I will take

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

not depart right away. Instead, he lingered there, lost in contemplation for several minutes, before eventually retracing his steps and returning to the solitude of his

his room, Trevon veered from

his phone, and swiftly dialed a number. “What did you

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

mistake, Trevon quickly corrected himself. “Did you not call

voice echoed with genuine confusion as he struggled to grasp the context

of his nose, trying to quell his mounting frustration. “Jim Hawk, have you been overindulging in brain supplements lately? Are you

to Mrs. Wilson. No, I haven’t. I

pondered. “But, well, what I

darkened further, casting an icy pall over the atmosphere. “Find out

aware of Natalie having a pizza gathering with Edward in the afternoon. The photo depicted them in an intimate scene, with their heads close

display of affection from behind, captured in a private room where only

his words seriously, and

affected her

he had initially held the upper hand due to his guilt and the lack of information from the person behind the drugging incident, the

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

Edward

timing was

bed. She sought a solution to her predicament and opened a

“Hmm, these prices are quite steep. How are the rents in Athana, the capital city, so expensive? 1 mean, the rental for a one-bedroom apartment

luxury of visiting every unit due 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,

all, she would only rent the unit for approximately one

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

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

drowsiness washing over her. Natalie responded with a touch of sleepiness in her voice, “Did you win the lottery or something? You