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

determined to remain composed, Natalie took a deep 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, it is a personal matter, and I am under

truth, his eyes took on a slightly complex expression, their color appearing murky and uncertain. A faint trace of suspicion crept into his mind. “Has someone approached you?” he

provide me with a direct answer?” Natalie implored, her patience

gaze and moved his lips hesitantly. “L.. I know,” he

spared no time for additional words. “Okay, thank you for your response, Mr. Wilson. Goodnight,” she swiftly declared,

be accomplished with

abruptly halted her footsteps. “I will be moving out

agreement obligates me to cohabit with you for three months. If Mr. Theo has imposed a time

not wait for Trevon’s response. She swiftly entered her room, securing

there, lost in contemplation for several minutes, before eventually retracing his steps and returning to the solitude of his room.

from his usual routine of taking

his pocket, retrieved his phone, and swiftly dialed a number. “What did you tell her?” he urgently

other end of the line, Jim sounded perplexed. “Mr. Wilson, what

corrected himself. “Did you not

voice echoed with genuine confusion as he struggled

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

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

about that statement, Jim pondered. “But, well, what I said is

atmosphere. “Find out who she met with this afternoon.” he commanded

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

in a

not taken his words seriously,

affected her

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

The group of four discreetly moved aside, and in that very instant, Mia’s

Edward

was just right.

could not sleep, tossing and turning restlessly in bed. She sought a solution to her predicament and opened a rental

steep. How are the rents in Athana, the capital city, so expensive? 1 mean, the rental for

frustrated with the tedious and time-consuming task of searching and evaluating each apartment. She lacked the luxury of visiting every unit due to limited time constraints. Ultimately, Natalie made up her mind to visit a

only rent the unit

her options. Natalie set her phone aside and

minutes after she set her phone aside, it suddenly began to ring. Turning

that she was in a particularly

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