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”

her grandfather assigned her today. After all, it was their first meeting, and she was forced

thus normal. Feeling slightly embarrassed, Natalie put down her

the hospital today. Being money conscious, she didn’t want

She looked up at the man, her gaze neither shifting in avoidance

were too many people and if she had to line up. What if the three–hour break was not enough to

for Trevon, this sentence sounded like she couldn’t wait to

were slightly lowered, his face expressionless, and the contours of

his lips,

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

the beginning of

was an unmistakable sarcasm in Trevon’s eyes as he brushed past Natalie without stoppin straight toward the City Hall with

moment

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

swoon.

for the staff to take care of you.” The person

the documents quickly and give them

documents to Mr. Darcy without any expression. The latter respectfully took them and turned

“Mrs. Wilson?”

Trevon Wilson’s identity? Why

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

ID card and the other documents needed to

on her, full of

to be in such a hurry to get married,” he

my first time getting married.

a

most. Please come over

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

already a bitterly cold winter day, and

probably just another good–looking face with unrealistic desires. She’s afraid that I will change my mind even after getting a marriage license. That showed that she was quite desperate for it, seeing how she’s impatient to know how long the processing would take,” he thought.

beside

an hour. They got it in just

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

the marriage license in her pocket and said to the old gentleman, “Mr. Wilson, I have something to do, so I’ll