Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 3

“Rumbling, rumbling.” The deafening roar of the engine in this high–rise and the brightly lit city was exceptionally harsh, attracting many vehicles on the road to lower their windows and pedestrians on the road to stop and watch.

The lanes in big cities were extremely congested during rush hour, and no matter how prestigious one’s status might be, one still had to sit in his car and wait patiently at this time.

Natalie’s cool black motorcycle stopped at the traffic light. She leaned lazily over the handlebars with her long legs stretched out on the ground, waiting for the green light. If she had time, she would even have a smoke.

The wind on autumn nights still carried a bit of a chill to it. She was wearing a white irregular sweater, jeans, and a black leather jacket, with a pair of black boots on her feet. Paired with a motorcycle, this outfit was both cool and stylish.

A sport car parked on the right side lowered its windows, and a sleazy guy whistled at her, saying, “Hey beautiful, let’s have a drink together. I like you a lot.”

Natalie casually turned her head and gave him a bored look. She could tell he was a typical rich kid and coldly asked, “How old are you, 13?”

The gray Koenigsegg sports car on the left witnessed the conversation between the two. The bodyguard and assistant, Jim Hawk, was also amazed by Natalie’s cool appearance. “The girl who rides a motorcycle is really eye–catching and has a pretty cool personality.”

Upon hearing this, the man sitting in the back seat reading the document looked up at Natalie, his eyes half–closed with a hint of puzzlement flashing in the depths of his eyes. He found the girl’s profile looked very familiar.

Just as the traffic light turned green, Natalie dropped these words and started the engine. She glanced at the gray sports car behind her in the rearview mirror, which seemed familiar, but she didn’t think too much about it. She never wasted time on these things. She was in a hurry to go back and see her grandfather. The motorcycle accelerated, and the speedometer shot up. Soon the black motorcycle disappeared into the congested lane.

Listening to the wind howling in her ears, her heart seemed to be chasing after freedom. The kind of freedom that was exchanged with life made her temporarily forget all the unhappiness hidden in her heart.

She loved wind and speed since she was young, so she fell in love with motorcycles. This black motorcycle was a birthday gift from her grandfather on her coming–of–age day, and she treasured it very much.

Meanwhile, the wealthy kid inside the Porsche was still grumbling and aspiring, “I’ll have to find you and show you how much I can grow up.”

an hour later.

old mansion. Natalie took off her helmet and casually carried it inside.

Foster. Since Barron started living alone, he only kept two attentive servants to care for himself and dismissed the others.

Grandpa feeling better today? Has

Miss, you are really getting married?” The servant was curious too. Yesterday, the

Grandpa first and then come down to

to her loved ones, she was definitely biased. It was a

herself, then opened the door

and said, “Show

license from her pocket and handed it to him, then sat on the edge of the bed with her chin

license. When he saw the document, a layer of mist and light appeared in his eyes, as well as peace of

fulfilled his promise. On the

and if you can’t endure it anymore, wait until you become stronger. The Wilson family will be your support. Grandpa won’t be with you for much longer. As a doctor, you understand my health condition. Pancreatic cancer can take

his entire life was giving birth to his bastard son, which

Wilson’s promise to force his grandson to marry Natalie, but it was also currently the thing he didn’t regret

wrinkles wiped gently at Natalie’s tears. After speaking for so long, he became weak of breath. “Natalie, don’t cry. When you cry, I just can’t rest in peace. You’re the most obedient and sensible girl. You’re already married. You can’t cry

you tonight.” The soundless sobbing, combined with Barron’s words, made her throat choke up,

an old codger like me? Don’t

and stood outside the door wiping away tears. She also raised Natalie. The grandfather and granddaughter depended on each other for survival. Even the servant was moved by Barron Foster, who had been

tears, she gently knocked on the door and said, “Miss, you can eat

It’s already late. Don’t rely on being young and exhaust your body, scolded