Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

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.
Trevon retorted, “Do you truly think I would lower myself to visit such a tasteless place? Where do you find the audacity to
assume I would even consider seeking you out in such a place?”
On a fateful day in the future, Trevon would find his own words haunting him, slapping him in the face with undeniable
truth
Collecting herself and determined to remain composed, Natalie took a 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 to you,” she asserted firmly.
As Trevon observed the urgency in the woman’s 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 crept into his mind. “Has someone
approached you?” he asked.
“Please, can you provide me with a direct answer?” Natalie implored, her patience wearing thin as she grew weary of the
continuous back-and-forth
He avoided her gaze and moved his lips hesitantly. “L.. I know,” he finally muttered.

Having finally obtained the desired answer, Natalie had 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, bringing the conversation to an immediate close.
Indeed, the demise of one’s heart can sometimes be accomplished with a mere few words or sentences.
Just before entering, Natalie abruptly halted her footsteps. “I will be moving out tomorrow. As for explaining the situation to
Mr. Theo, I will handle 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 responsibility. I assure you, Mr. Wilson, there is no need for
concern,” she declared.
As her words hung m the air, Natalie did not wait for Trevon’s response. She swiftly entered her room, securing the door behind
her, effectively shutting harn from further interaction.
Trevon stood outside her door and did not depart right away. Instead, he lingered there, lost in contemplation for several minutes,
before eventually retracing his steps and returning to the solitude of his room.
Upon returning to his room, Trevon veered from his usual routine of taking a shower.
Instead, he instinctively reached into his pocket, retrieved his phone, and swiftly dialed a number. “What did you tell her?” he
urgently inquired of Jim/
On the other end of the line, Jim sounded perplexed. “Mr. Wilson, what do you mean?” he asked in confusion.
Realizing his mistake, Trevon quickly corrected himself. “Did you not call her?”
“Who?” Jim’s voice echoed with genuine confusion as he struggled to grasp the context of the conversation.
Exasperated. Trevon 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 your mind?” he retorted sharply.
After being scolded, Jim gained a sentence of clarity. “Oh, you’re referring to Mrs. Wilson. No, I haven’t. I haven’t contacted Mrs.
Wilson recently, he clarified.
“No, there’s something off about that statement, Jim pondered. “But, well, what I said is true.”

Trevon’s expression darkened further, casting an icy pall over the atmosphere. “Find out who she met with this afternoon.” he
commanded
Trevon was already aware of Natalie having a pizza gathering with Edward in the afternoon. The photo depicted them in an
intimate scene, with their heads close together as Natalie attentively tended to Edward’s food.
It was a display of affection from behind, captured in a private room where only the two were present
It became evident to Trevon that Natalie had not taken his words seriously, and his previous warning seemned to have not
affected her
While he had initially held 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 different turn.
Unbeknownst to them, Mia had managed to capture the exact moment when the waiter arrived to change the pizza. The group of
four discreetly moved aside, and in that very instant, Mia’s gaze fell upon Natalie, who happened to be sitting with
Edward
The timing was just right.
Frustrated, 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 houses near the hospital
Natalie 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 a mere 45 square meters is 3000 dollars.”
Being unfamiliar with renting a house, Natalie grew increasingly frustrated 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 visit a real estate agency the following day after work. Her plan was to explore the available options and if
she came across a reasonably priced choice, she would proceed to sign the lease without further delay.
After all, she would only rent the unit for approximately one month.
Having weighed her options. Natalie set her phone aside and prepared herself for a well-deserved rest.

However, mere minutes after she set her phone aside, it suddenly began to ring. Turning to her side, Natalie reached for her
phone and held it to her ear.
Natalie could sense the upbeat tone in Sherri’s voice, indicating that she was in a particularly good mood. “Hey, Natalie. what’s
going on?” Sherri chirped.
Feeling a wave of drowsiness washing over her. Natalie responded with a touch of sleepiness in her voice, “Did you win the
lottery or something? You sound incredibly cheerful.”
Sherri chuckled at Natalie’s comment. “What’s going on in that sleepy mind of yours? You might as well ask if my mom praised
me today, which is a more realistic scenario,” she retorted playfully
Natalie chuckled, her drowsiness fading away as she grew more awake “Well, who knows? So, what’s the matter?” she asked.
“Edward asked me to join him at an auction tonight, and I thought it would be great if you could come along too,” she
explained, extending an invitation to Natalie.
“Tm not a fan of crowded gatherings like that. Too many people for my liking.” Natalie politely declined.
Sherri pleaded with Natalie, employing a mix of coaxing and emotional appeal. “Come on. Please reconsider. It’s just a small
auction, and it would mean a lot to me if you could support my brother. Remember all those years of friendship we’ve shared?
Don’t leave him to bid alone,” she urged.
Unable to resist the persistent persuasion, Natalie finally relented. “Fine, I’ll go with you. But you have to accompany me to the
real estate agency after work tomorrow to find a house, Natalie said.
“Okay, deal! No backing out now. I’ll inform Edward right away.” Sherri exclaimed excitedly.
After ending the call, Natalie shook her head in resignation. However, she could not deny that Sherri’s infectious positive energy
and mood had lifted her spirits. This was a reminder of how contagious positivity and a good attitude could be.
Meanwhile, Trevon, who occupied the master bedroom, could not slumber. Seeking solace, he stepped out onto the balcony,
allowing the chilly breeze to envelop him, providing a moment of respite.
Just then, his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he swiftly answered. “Speak.”

Jim, who had come across some information, relayed the news honestly and clearly. “Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Wilson had a meeting with
Miss Mia this afternoon,” he reported.
Unsurprised, Trevon probed, “What did they talk about?”
“To respect customers’ privacy, Lovers Cafe did not install any cameras in the private rooms, Jim explained. “However, the
footage from the hallway that captured Miss Landor laughing heartily,” he paused briefly, a hint of hesitation in his voice.
Trevon commanded, “Tell me, what else is there?
Bracing himself for potentially unsettling news. Jim cautiously continued. “There’s also.... um, Miss Landor mentioned that she
found your performance... well, not quite satisfactory...”
There was dead silence on the other end of the phone. There was no sound for a long time. Jim suspected that the line had
been disconnected. He brought the phone in front of his eyes. It was still on the call interface. Was the signal bad?
Just as she was staring at her phone, a long-awaited voice came from the phone. “What about tonight? Who is she with?”
Although he already knew, he still wanted to learn more.
Jim revealed more details, “In the evening, Mrs. Wilson, Miss Landor, Mr. Landor, and Kyle Jenkins went together to Thriving
Pizza Hub. Mrs. Wilson and Miss Landor entered the establishment first, and approximately an hour and a half later, Mr. Landor
joined them in the private room. Eventually, Kyle Jenkins arrived at a later time.”
Trevon’s voice grew colder as he spoke, grappling with belief and doubt. “Four people? Weren’t there supposed to be only two
people?” he questioned, his tone revealing a hint of suspicion.
“It was indeed four people, Mr. Wilson. I reviewed the surveillance footage.” Jim stated confidently.
“Did Mr. Wilson misunderstand something? I watched the surveillance footage for half an hour without fast-forwarding it. It seems
that Mr. Wilson believed it was only Mrs. Wilson and Mr. Landor together, without the presence of the other two individuals, Jim
thought
Feeling a sense of relief washing over him, Trevon responded, his tone noticeably lighter. “Hmm, you don’t have to pick me up
tomorrow,” he stated.