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.

Joseph left, he instructed them to ensure Natalie’s safety. This was their duty and they could not let anything happen to Natalie.

unconscious and kidnapped him when he was on a bathroom break today. He had always been very vigilant, and for some reason, he was caught off-guard. The

“What’s

bodyguard did not move or nod. He remained tense.

other hand, was not in a hurry. He smiled. “Not bad. Next question. Does the head of the Turner family have a son?”

man still did not move. Trevon was especially patient. He rubbed his chin. “Mmm, you’ve been trained well. I

will die with you.” Trevon took a knife that flashed in the night from the thug and wiped the

was very patient, the injured bodyguard already knew that his patience had worn out. After being Joseph’s personal bodyguard for so many

said, “Before answering, I need to ask you a

‘Go on

for Miss Foster you mentioned, why would I care

unclear emotion was hidden in his eyes.

the bodyguard

her

whose Miss Foster’s children are? Do all the bodyguards know the privacy

one that was afraid of death. He could more or less guess Trevon’s thoughts. If he was right, everyone would

the bodyguard. He raised his hand impatiently, stabbed the man’s leg, and turned the blade in it ruthlessly. Instantly, blood flowed out. The man only frowned and did not scream.

fiercely and threw it to the thug. Then, he stood up and smoothed

with it. After wiping his hands clean, he threw the wipe back to the thug, who then stuffed the used wipe

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

of his lips and threw away the cigarette butt. He stepped on

chattering from the pain. He pressed his hands on the

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

bad. I was wondering why I couldn’t find out anything about the Turner family. It turns out that

at the door and said, “Take him to the hospital to dress up his wound. Don’t kill him.