Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 75

After Natalie had left. Gage, the butler, brought a glass of milk to Theo in his study.

“Mr. Theo, it was already 8:30 in the evening. Please, drink this glass of milk and go to bed early. Gage suggested. “Normally, you would already be in bed by this time. Are Mr. Wilson’s affairs troubling you?” he added, handing the glass of milk to Theo.

Theo furrowed his wrinkled brow and sighed, reflecting on his disappointment. “Ah, Trevon was so disappointing. I had handed everything to him on a silver platter, and yet he couldn’t handle it properly,” he lamented

Gage grew even more puzzled. “If Mr. Theo was unwilling to let go of Mrs. Wilson, why did he agree so quickly in the evening and rush to proceed with the divorce?” he wondered.

Theo took a sip of his milk and grumbled discontentedly. “Hmph, if I don’t take drastic measures, will we end up witnessing him chasing after his wife?”

Gage chuckled upon hearing that, acknowledging Theo’s wisdom. “Indeed, old habits die hard,” he silently chucked. Night descended, painting the sky with shimmering stars while the moonlight gently embraced the bustling streets.

With two suitcases in tow, a captivating woman racing through the streets of Athana on her motorbike, all eyes were drawn to her remarkable presence. Heads turned wherever she went, capturing one hundred percent of the gaze.

The bike stopped at the gas station, instantly grabbing the attention of nearby vehicles waiting to refuel.

The drivers understood they might not possess a fragile hearts, but they needed fuel in their vehicles.

As Natalie observed the lively pedestrians and the ceaseless flow of cars in the streets of Athana, she noticed the gas station brimming with people. A slight tightness gripped her chest, but she summoned the courage to press onward with her decision already made. Once the bow was drawn, there could be no turning back.

Joy and sorrow, parting and reunion, all intertwined with emotions, define the human experience. Without these emotions. separation alone would persist, rendering the word “grief obsolete.

Positioned at the rear of the line, Frank’s attention was caught by the motorcycle ahead.

Standing with one leg on the ground, the girl patiently awaited her turn to refuel. However, the suitcases positioned behind her intrigued Frank…

Upon arrival at Evergreen Gardens, Natalie parked her car beside the greenbelt adjacent to Edward’s building.

Balancing the two suitcases, Natalie entered the suite, instantly noticing two pairs of women’s slippers arranged neatly on

the shoe rack.

Pondering to herself. “It’s quite surprising. Could Sherri be the one who purchased them? But that seems unlikely; she isn’t that thoughtful. Well, I’ll wear them for now.”

Natalie settled her belongings in the guest room, where meticulously spread bedsheets awaited her.

on the dining table, numerous packets of noodles and durian, accompanied by a nearby sticky note. Intrigued, she approached and picked up the sticky note, which read, “You love indulging in these, but don’t overdo

her better than anyone. Their bond of friendship surpassed even blood ties!” she mused.

did intend to sort things out before sharing the

Edward, expressing

another 8,000 dollars to Edward. Earlier, Natalie checked the rental information and discovered that this Athana

rs per month.

money and replied joyfully, saying, “That’s a great return. Thank you!” Natalie responded, “Thank

photo of the divorce certificate for Sherri. Attached to the picture, she wrote, “Sherri,

free!”

goodness, Natalie, you’ve already settled into Edward’s apartment! I’m joining you soon! Wait for me. I’ll grab some barbecue. Let’s celebrate your new life and

the words faded, leaving Natalie speechless.

was always impulsive and unpredictable. On the

and eagerly awaited the whole story. The

she thought of it, she forwarded the photo to Hackett along with a voice message. She said, “Tell Mr. Wilson that it’s Natalie who no longer wants him, not the other way around. Let him protect that conniving woman, Mia, and let

dared to bully her best friend was not even

message, Hackett jumped up from his seat. He

had been brainstorming ways to keep him socially engaged. Whenever Hackett had free time, she would take him to socialize with women, enjoy coffee

the circle. He had effectively become a member of the Women’s Association, actively

objective: to pressure him into bringing a

“What’s with all the dilly-dallying?

and explained. “Sorry, aunties. I have an urgent matter to attend to.

adding, “Make sure to

it,” he replied

instead of calling Trevon directly, he dialed Frank’s number.

responded coolly. Where do you think I am

more than just Lithern Club in your portfolio. Why are you always

replied. “Just tell me

news. Are

voice came from the other end, “Did Mr. Wilson have a fight or

sell? Is this news really not valuable, or is Mr. Wilson no longer marketable? The news of Mr. Wilson’s divorce

word, and Frank wasted. time ending the call

on a motorbike. Clearly, she had packed all her belongings, indicating

argument wouldn’t have led to such