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.

“Do you truly think I would lower myself to visit such a tasteless place? Where do you find the audacity

find his own words haunting him, slapping him in the face with undeniable

truth

deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Mr. Wilson, allow me to ask once more. Do you know who was behind the drugging incident? As for my decision to seek Edward Landor’s assistance, it is a personal matter, and I am under no obligation to divulge every detail

complex expression, their color appearing murky and uncertain. A faint trace of suspicion crept

implored, her patience wearing thin as

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

no intention of prolonging the conversation any further. Cutting him off abruptly, she spared no time for additional words. “Okay, thank you for your response, Mr. Wilson. Goodnight,” she swiftly declared,

demise of one’s heart can sometimes be

before entering, Natalie abruptly halted her footsteps. “I will be moving out tomorrow. As for explaining the situation

in personally. No clause in the agreement obligates me to cohabit with you for three months. If Mr. Theo has imposed a time constraint for granting your desires, I will take full

air, Natalie did not wait for Trevon’s response. She swiftly entered her room, securing the door behind her, effectively shutting harn from further

and did not depart right away. Instead, he lingered there, lost in contemplation for several minutes, before eventually retracing

room, Trevon veered from his usual routine

phone, and swiftly dialed a number. “What did you tell her?” he urgently

the line, Jim sounded perplexed. “Mr. Wilson, what do you mean?”

himself. “Did you

confusion as he struggled to grasp

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

you’re referring to Mrs. Wilson. No, I haven’t. I

about that statement, Jim pondered. “But, well, what I

an icy pall over the atmosphere. “Find out who

was already aware of Natalie having a pizza gathering with Edward in the afternoon. The photo depicted them

affection from behind, captured in a private room where only the two were

taken his

affected her

the upper hand due to his guilt and the lack of information from the person behind the drugging incident, the situation had now taken a

the exact moment when the waiter arrived to change the pizza. The group of four discreetly

Edward

timing was just right.

turning restlessly in bed. She sought a solution to her predicament and opened a rental website, determined to find houses

sighed silently. “Hmm, these prices are quite steep. How are the rents in Athana, the capital city, so expensive? 1 mean, the rental for a one-bedroom apartment with

with the tedious 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

only rent the unit for approximately

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

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

was in a particularly good mood. “Hey, Natalie. what’s going on?” Sherri chirped.