Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

On the highest floor, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a well-ironed suit was sitting in his office, typing on the computer. His slender fingers were typing non-stop, and he was in a good mood.

He was as refined and noble as ever.

His deep eyes were fixed on the documents on the computer, and then he replied to the emails.

Another man was sitting opposite the desk. He was also wearing a suit, except the color was dark gray.

The man in the dark-grey sunt broke the silence and asked curiously. “Why didn’t you drive your sports car of

commemorative version today? Didnt you miss her anymore? Why didn’t you drive it?”

Kyle would chat casually with Edward like this when no one else was around. Recently, Edward had an obsessiveness. Natalie had driven his sports car, so he had been driving it as if he was missing her.

It was not like Edward had only one car Why did Edward have to drive this one all the time?

Kyle could only think of one reason. This car reminded Edward of Natalie.

Hearing this. Edward pushed up his glasses naturally and stopped what he was doing. He glanced at Kyle across the desk and

answered. “It’s wrecked”

were clear

door had been knocked off. Edward did not want to repair it. Besides, Frank had compensated him. Why would he

consider it as a farewell

surprised expression on his face could not be hidden. “Wrecked? Did you go racing and crash your car yesterday?”

look like he had been in a car

back to typing on the keyboard. The crisp and pleasant sound of the keyboard reverberated

answer was once again

I passed by the finance department before I came here, the finance manager wanted to ask what the sum of the 176,000

money to the Roberts Group. Why did the Roberts

something that Kyle

It was strange.

So strange.

went to the pier to see Frank yesterday. His sister wrecked my car. This is the

Frank.”

hand and pondered. He asked, “So Ms. Roberts wrecked your

that person?”