Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 72

Having just finished taking a shower. Natalie sat on the bed, getting ready to watch an anatomy video tutorial. However, just as the video started playing for two seconds, she heard the sound of an engine coming from downstairs. A surge of curiosity and temptation welled inside her, leaving her torn between whether or not to inquire about the drugging incident.

After some consideration, Natalie decided to seek clarification.

With a swift motion, she leaped off the bed, hastily snatching a jacket, and swiftly exited through the door, propelled by an unwavering resolve.

Natalie collided with a man whose eyes emanated a chilling, icy gaze as she rushed out. The sheer intensity of his glare left no room for doubt as anger surged within him.

For a brief moment, Natalie locked eyes with him, a sense of perplexity washing over her. She struggled to comprehend what she could have done to incite such unrelenting anger from this man throughout the day.

Disregarding the presence of the woman who had just emerged. Trevon raised his foot, poised to take a step toward his

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“Do you know who drugged the drinks at the Foster family’s home?” Unable to contain the curiosity that was consuming her. Natalie finally voiced the question

The wait persisted, each minute and second stretching on, and still, the man offered no immediate response.

Yet, deep within her heart, a fragile, delicate flicker of hope persevered

Amidst a brief silence that lingered for approximately 10 seconds, the man shifted his towering frame, his gaze laced with a subtle touch of arrogance. “Are you accusing me?” he questioned, his tone tinged with insolence.

Natalie contemplated his response, silently musing that she was not accusing him. She intended to seek clarification and find closure for herself in the situation.

“Accusing? What right do I have to accuse?” Natalie thought.

Maintaining a composed demeanor. Natalie calmly responded, her expression unaltered. “No. I merely wished to know if Mr. Wilson knows who was responsible for the incident.

Closing the distance between them. Trevon towered over her, casting a condescending gaze from his elevated position. “Why does it matter if I know or not? Aren’t you close with Edward Landor? Don’t the two of you have pizza together all the time? Why don’t you seek his assistance in your investigation?” he scorned.

Taken aback by his words, Natalie’s eyes widened in surprise “Did you see us?” she inquired.

A thought crossed her mind, but Natalie could not believe that Trevon would have someone monitor her every move, He would not waste any time on her.

However. Natalie had not engaged in any secretive or shameful activities. The pizza gathering had involved four individuals, not solely her and Edward, and no further explanation was unnecessary.

As the image sent by Mia flashed through his mind. Trevon’s eyes grew shadowed, and a frigid aura seemed to radiate from his core, enveloping his entire being.

truly think I would lower myself to visit such a tasteless place? Where do you

future, Trevon would find his own words haunting him, slapping

truth

me to ask once more. Do you know who was behind the drugging incident? As for my decision to

gaze, driven by her relentless pursuit of the truth, his eyes took on a slightly complex expression, their color appearing murky and uncertain. A faint trace of suspicion

direct answer?” Natalie implored, her patience wearing thin as she grew weary of

her gaze and moved his lips hesitantly. “L.. I know,” he finally muttered.

abruptly, she spared no time for additional words. “Okay, thank you for your response, Mr. Wilson. Goodnight,” she swiftly declared, bringing the conversation to an immediate close.

the demise of one’s heart can sometimes be accomplished with

Natalie abruptly halted her footsteps. “I will be moving out tomorrow. As for explaining

three months. If Mr. Theo has imposed a time constraint for

her words hung m the air, Natalie did not wait for Trevon’s response. She swiftly entered her room, securing the door behind

door and did not depart right away. Instead, he lingered there, lost in contemplation for

his room, Trevon veered from his usual routine of taking a

dialed a number. “What did you tell her?” he urgently inquired of

perplexed. “Mr. Wilson, what do you mean?” he asked in confusion.

quickly corrected himself. “Did you

genuine confusion as he

squeezed the bridge of his nose, trying to quell his mounting frustration. “Jim Hawk, have you been overindulging in brain supplements lately? Are you out of

“Oh, you’re referring to Mrs. Wilson. No, I haven’t. I haven’t contacted Mrs. Wilson recently,

something off about that statement, Jim pondered. “But, well, what I said is

further, casting an icy pall over the atmosphere. “Find out who she

having a pizza gathering with Edward in the afternoon. The photo depicted them in an intimate scene, with their heads close together

was a display of affection from behind, captured in a private room where only the

evident to Trevon that Natalie had not taken his words seriously,

affected her

held the upper hand due to his guilt and the lack of information from the person behind the drugging incident, the

capture the exact moment when the waiter arrived to change the pizza. The group of four discreetly moved aside, and in that very

Edward

timing was just right.

Natalie could not sleep, tossing and turning restlessly in bed. She sought a solution to her predicament and opened a rental website, determined to find

city, so

and time-consuming task of searching and evaluating each apartment. She lacked the luxury of visiting every unit due to limited time constraints. Ultimately, Natalie made up her mind to visit a real estate agency the following day

she would only rent the unit for

options. Natalie set her phone aside and prepared herself for a well-deserved rest.

set her phone aside, it suddenly began to ring. Turning to her side, Natalie reached for her phone and held it

the upbeat tone in Sherri’s voice, indicating that she was in a