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”

was their first meeting, and she was forced into it. Judging from how the man behaved. Natalie knew he probably wasn’t there of

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Natalie put

took a three–hours leave from the hospital today. Being money conscious, she didn’t want

and get this done.” She looked up at the man, her gaze neither shifting in

had to line up. What if the three–hour break was not

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

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

parting of his lips, he asked, “Are you in a hurry?”

why she’s 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

that this was the beginning of

past Natalie without stoppin straight toward the City Hall with his long legs, followed by the old man named Theo

a moment and walked

Hall were a little startled by the commotion,

swoon.

Wilson, you’re here. Please follow me. We’ve arranged for the staff

and give them

to Mr. Darcy without any expression. The latter respectfully took them and turned towards Natalie Foster. “Mrs. Wilson, can

“Mrs. Wilson?”

register our marriage. What is Trevon Wilson’s identity? Why

me it’s some big shot from the mafia, but Grandpa didn’t even say what the guy does. That’s

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

her,

kind of woman to be in such a hurry to get married,” he thought.

Natalie started explaining herself. “I’m just asking because it’s my first time getting married. Just asking.

asking about it isn’t a crime. What’s with

most. Please come over here to fill out

taking the green channel. Plus, Ben Darcy knew that Mr. Wilson

nodded with satisfaction and happiness. “This person is too cold, and his aura can literally freeze people. It was already a bitterly cold winter day, and with Trevon,

I will change my mind even after getting a marriage license.

no idea that the man beside her looked down on

an

were completed. His restless

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