Turning Of The Tide

The sky in early autumn was so blue and clear. Without pesky clouds blocking the view, it was not as vibrant and bright but brought a peaceful and calm vibe.

Natalie Foster was in a hurry as she drove her best friend Sherri Landor’s limo to the City Hall.

As soon as she alighted from the car, she saw a scene that left her speechless.

Four luxury cars were parked at the entrance of the City Hall, led by a sports car worth about 20 million dollars. Standing next to it was an elderly man with gray hair and a young man, surrounded by a dozen tall men dressed in black suits.

“I must have taken the wrong turn. Could it be that I had stumbled into some neighborhood controlled by the mafia?” thought Natalie.

She looked around and looked up. She was indeed at the City Hall.

She double–checked that she was in the right place, put the key in her jacket pocket, and walked toward the main entrance.

“Miss Foster.” The voice carried the weight of time yet remained strong and powerful.

When Natalie turned around, she saw the old man next to the luxury car calling out to her. She walked back to the car and politely asked, “Sir. Are you talking to me?”

The old man had white hair, a ruddy complexion, and a vigorous spirit. He was standing straight, like he was standing at attention. His eyes were bright, and he exuded an air of dignity that couldn’t be challenged.

“Girl. I am a friend of your grandfather. Barron should have told you about me. This is my grandson, Trevon Wilson, the one who will be getting married to you today.” He turned and gestured to his grandson next to him.

This old gentleman was introducing a person to her, but somehow it gave Natalie the feeling he was introducing a product.

For example. “These bananas were imported, 1.6 bucks a pound. It’s only on sale today, so you should grab some to take home.”

She was lost in thought for a while before turning her head to follow the old man’s gaze. Only then did she see the man next to the luxury car.

He stood next to the sports car. The warm sunlight poured down on him, highlighting his distinct and profound facial features. He looked like a frozen sculpture with enigmatic cold eyes that appeared wild and untamed.

His three–dimensional facial features were as beautiful as those of a sculpture, emitting an uncontrollable aura of royalty. The sharp edges also exuded a cold and stern demeanor that kept others at a distance.

Thinking of the task that was assigned to her, Natalie mustered up her courage and politely extended her hand to greet him. “Hello, I’m Natalie Foster. Nice to meet you.”

The man didn’t react to her right away. His eyes were freakishly cold as he assessed Natalie from head to toe before finally speaking in a disgusted tone. “Hmm.”

Natalie was left a little speechless. She thought, “Is it freezing in here? Or maybe it’s just that he has slow reflexes”

all, it was their first meeting, and she was forced into it. Judging from how the man behaved. Natalie

embarrassed, Natalie put down her right hand..

conscious, she didn’t want to waste any more

done.” She looked up at

up. What if

sounded like she couldn’t wait to get married to him.

lowered, his face expressionless, and the contours of his features were sharp with a

a moment, with a slight parting of his lips, he asked, “Are you in a

hurry and just went along with what Trevon said because time was indeed limited. After all, she only took a few hours off instead of a

know that this was the beginning of his resentment and

past Natalie without stoppin straight toward the

moment

Hall were a little startled by the commotion, but Trevon was very handsome, which made

swoon.

Mr. Trevon Wilson, you’re here. Please follow me. We’ve arranged for the staff to take care of you.” The person who spoke was the director of Marriage certification.

them to Mr. Darcy,” urged Theo

documents to Mr. Darcy without any expression. The latter respectfully took them and turned towards Natalie Foster. “Mrs. Wilson, can you give me your documents as well?”

“Mrs. Wilson?”

to register our marriage. What is Trevon Wilson’s

some big shot from the mafia, but Grandpa didn’t even say what the

time, she quickly handed her ID card and the other documents needed to Ben Darcy and asked weakly, “How long does it take

fixed on her, full of scrutiny

kind of woman to be in such a hurry to

unfriendly stare, Natalie started explaining herself. “I’m just asking because it’s my first time getting married. Just asking. No big deal. Please go

marriage, and asking about it isn’t a crime.

half an hour at most. Please

didn’t need to waste time because they were taking the green channel. Plus, Ben Darcy knew that Mr. Wilson didn’t have much

literally freeze people. It was already a bitterly cold winter day, and with Trevon, it felt

will change my mind even after getting a marriage license. That showed that she was quite desperate for it, seeing how she’s impatient

beside her looked down on her so

marriage license didn’t even take half an hour. They got

the process, Theo Wilson watched as all the procedures were completed. His restless heart calmed down only when his grandson handed

in her pocket and said to the old gentleman, “Mr. Wilson, I have something