Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 316

On the way to the airport. Frank halted the car at an open space not far from Turner Manor.

Rose observed her brother deftly maneuver the car into a parking spot using one hand and inquired, “What are you up to?”

Ignoring Rose’s question, Frank retrieved his phone from the central console and typed a few words on the open chat interface. Then, he exited the app after typing and dialing a number. Once the call connected, he instructed. “You can proceed now

Rose was utterly perplexed by this sequence of actions and speculated. “What on earth is he doing? He isn’t setting off explosives, is he Curiosity piqued, she questioned once more. “What’s your plan? You…”

Betore she could complete her sentence, a sudden explosive sound erupted, overpowering her voice. A spectacular burst of fireworks shot swiftly into the sky, instantly illuminating the darkness

The interior of the car, previously dim, now glowed brightly with the radiance of the fireworks Rose’s gaze fixed on the night sky, where the colorful explosions lett a briet yet dazzling imprint against the dark canvas

Overlapping memories flashed through her mind. It was the scene of Trevon confessing his feelings to Natalie on the island not long ago. At that time. Trevon had ignited fireworks for Natalie. Ava was envious of that proposal. As Rose admired that moment, she had made it sound like she had arranged it for Ava

A sudden realization dawned on Rose. Her mind raced. Surprised and playfully, she swatted Frank, who reclined lazily in his seat and gazed at the fireworks above. “Geez, you’re quite strategic. So, you overheard everything that night. You arranged this for Ava tonight because she envied the fireworks on the island, right?”

Frank tapped the steering wheel with one hand and leaned against the car window with the other, responding, Pursuing someone is a man’s affair What’s a girl doing meddling with it?”

For reasons she couldn’t quite fathom. Rose found Frank incredibly impressive-domineering yet charismatic.

Rose contemplated. “No wonder Cranky Franky said he’d take the first 99 steps towards her in the future. So, this is what he meant- a touch of male chauvinism. But it’s alright, after all, he is my brother”

Meanwhile, a passionate encounter was unfolding in a room at Turner Manor. Prioritizing quality and gentleness, two people were engrossed in their realm of ecstasy.

However, their cuphoria was abruptly interrupted by the loud sound of fireworks a few minutes later. Trevon frowned and glanced at the gap in the curtains. The bursts of light occasionally pierced through the cracks, disrupting their climax.

With her vision blurred, Natalie suggested. “Aren’t you going to close the curtains?”

Annoyed by Frank’s antics. Trevon clenched his teeth in irritation and muttered. “This Frank guy sticks to a script, following a set routine. He is copying what I’ve done before. He lacks originality. Let Ava hang on a bit longer. It’ll toughen him up.”

reflected the softness of spring rain, her cheeks tinged with a sheer flush, her hues perfectly harmonized, chimed in with a hoarse and soft

surged forward again, saying. “Once you’re in, you won’t want to leave.

the balcony’s diamond swing, the fireworks in the night sky harmonized with the sparkling

message from Frank. The message

in a smooth and silky silk nightgown, the fabric felt icy to the touch, imparting a refreshing sensation upon contact. A warmth spread through Ava’s heart as her fingers grazed the cool cloth. Each firework blossoming in the sky left a fleeting beauty etched within her heart,

of happiness surged within her. Without conscious thought, she reached out to touch the celestial

deep into its embrace as if she had become one with this surprise. Her chest swelled with joy, her toes tapping rhythmically along the swing’s edge, her hand cradling her head as

steps toward me. So, is the final step marriage or having a child? Never mind the last step for now.

is worth one point. The third step is giving me 11 flowers. That’s one point. Showing up at the masquerade, that is another point. Accompanying me to class, one point. Walking me home, one point. Attending the gathering

up, he’s taken eight steps. 1, 2, 3, 4… 8

seem a little far away. How about we make each step worth five points? That would be 40 points.

48. That number feels a bit awkward, though. Scratch that. Seven points per step, which makes it a total

days as she delved deep into her thoughts. Finally, she made her decision. She unlocked her phone, glanced at the screen, and spotted a few words. A sinile tugged at her

the keyboard, [For the person walking 99 steps, thanks to your fireworks, I’ll bump you up to 56 points.]

and Frank wrote, [How did you come up

inquired about the method behind the points.

If there are any opportunities or points, I will

countered. [What are the criteria?]

proudly.

with a simple, [Hmm, alright.]

the exchange, Frank’s responses seemed

familiar as if

jumped with joy while holding her phone. Then, she leaned against the balcony railing to continue watching the endless cascade of fireworks in the sky. The extent of the

soft spot for romance. If a girl told a man she disliked romance or surprises,

however, welcomed surprises, particularly the romantic gestures of Frank. She wasn’t opposed to

accompanied his sister to the airport. Upon arrival, Joseph’s private jet

undoubtedly engaged in a chat with Ava. She could sense that her brother held a