Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 114

At 11.30 in the evening.

In an abandoned shipyard in the suburbs, there were two men in black down jackets. One was half-squatting in front of a man, whose face was covered in blood. The other had his legs crossed and was holding a cigarette between his slender fingers. He did not smoke but simply let the cigarette burn in the wind. His eyes were fixed on the injured man. “Tell me, who is your boss?”

The injured man pursed the blood in his mouth and spat a mouthful of blood out on the ground. “I’m just taking a walk on the side. Why did you kidnap me?”

Frank looked at this tough guy with interest. He had been beaten up for half an hour, but he did not say a word or cry out in pain. “You live quite a healthy life. I wonder where it’d hurt the most.” His finger pointed down bit by bit.

The bodyguard looked like he was not afraid of death. “Go on. I don’t have a family. If I die, it wouldn’t hurt.”

Trevon flicked the cigarette butt and rubbed his nose thoughtfully. “Get Miss Foster from Evergreen Gardens here too,”

Frank smiled and nodded at the people he brought. The thugs prepared to turn around deliberately.

The bodyguard, who was caught, panicked. “No. Don’t touch Miss,”

Trevon narrowed his eyes and frowned. “Miss?”

The man realized that he had said something wrong and corrected himself quickly. “Didn’t you just say Miss Foster? I was just hired to protect her. We don’t know who the employer is. We’re fine with it as long as we are paid nicely for it.”

Frank lit a cigarette. His tall figure stood lazily with a hint of roguishness. “That’s a good explanation, but how can a bodyguard from the Turner family like you still take on side jobs? Is the Turner family so poor that they can’t afford to support you?” There was a hint of impatience and threat in his tone.

The man didn’t know that the person who captured him had already investigated so clearly. He didn’t know how to explain it. He searched for words in his mind and paused for half a second.

Trevon took in his change of expression and said calmly, “It seems that the Turner family indeed has strict rules. I actually respect you for that. You have received quite some training. I’ll be kind today and simply ask you a few questions.”

The man remained silent. He did not know what Trevon wanted to say to him. He felt uneasy and was thinking about how to

escape.

were Joseph’s personal bodyguards. Before Joseph left, he instructed them to ensure Natalie’s safety. This was

him when he was on a bathroom break today. He had always been very vigilant, and for

man. “What’s the relationship between Miss Foster and

or

the other hand, was not in a hurry. He smiled. “Not bad. Next question.

his chin. “Mmm, you’ve been trained well. I

If you say a word wrong, Miss Foster will

bodyguard already knew that his patience had worn out. After being Joseph’s personal bodyguard for so many years, he knew very well what

for a moment and said, “Before answering, I need to ask you

‘Go on

Miss Foster you mentioned, why would

was hidden in his eyes. “I want

the

about her

pain. “You’re funny. How can we, as bodyguards, know whose Miss Foster’s children are? Do

He could more or less guess Trevon’s thoughts. If he was right, everyone would be happy. If he wasn’t, he would die, but

raised his hand impatiently, stabbed the man’s leg, and turned the blade in it ruthlessly. Instantly, blood flowed out. The man only frowned

He pulled out the knife fiercely and threw it to

wet wipe, and he slowly wiped his hands with it. After wiping his hands clean, he threw the wipe back to the thug, who then

at the bodyguard. “When you get out alive, tell your boss that he’s welcome to take revenge. I’m

bodyguard a little. He licked the corner of his lips and threw away the cigarette butt. He stepped on it and squatted down. “Kid, I

sweat, and his teeth were chattering from the pain.

He did not force him but said instead, “Do I look like I like

the Turner family. It turns out that all of you are unafraid of death. It seems that your boss has

him to the hospital to dress up his wound. Don’t kill him.