Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 1

The sky in early autumn was so blue and clear. Without pesky clouds blocking the view, it was not as vibrant and bright but brought a peaceful and calm vibe.

Natalie Foster was in a hurry as she drove her best friend Sherri Landor’s limo to the City Hall.

As soon as she alighted from the car, she saw a scene that left her speechless.

Four luxury cars were parked at the entrance of the City Hall, led by a sports car worth about 20 million dollars. Standing next to it was an elderly man with gray hair and a young man, surrounded by a dozen tall men dressed in black suits.

“I must have taken the wrong turn. Could it be that I had stumbled into some neighborhood controlled by the mafia?” thought Natalie.

She looked around and looked up. She was indeed at the City Hall.

She double–checked that she was in the right place, put the key in her jacket pocket, and walked toward the main entrance.

“Miss Foster.” The voice carried the weight of time yet remained strong and powerful.

When Natalie turned around, she saw the old man next to the luxury car calling out to her. She walked back to the car and politely asked, “Sir. Are you talking to me?”

The old man had white hair, a ruddy complexion, and a vigorous spirit. He was standing straight, like he was standing at attention. His eyes were bright, and he exuded an air of dignity that couldn’t be challenged.

“Girl. I am a friend of your grandfather. Barron should have told you about me. This is my grandson, Trevon Wilson, the one who will be getting married to you today.” He turned and gestured to his grandson next to him.

This old gentleman was introducing a person to her, but somehow it gave Natalie the feeling he was introducing a product.

For example. “These bananas were imported, 1.6 bucks a pound. It’s only on sale today, so you should grab some to take home.”

She was lost in thought for a while before turning her head to follow the old man’s gaze. Only then did she see the man next to the luxury car.

He stood next to the sports car. The warm sunlight poured down on him, highlighting his distinct and profound facial features. He looked like a frozen sculpture with enigmatic cold eyes that appeared wild and untamed.

His three–dimensional facial features were as beautiful as those of a sculpture, emitting an uncontrollable aura of royalty. The sharp edges also exuded a cold and stern demeanor that kept others at a distance.

Thinking of the task that was assigned to her, Natalie mustered up her courage and politely extended her hand to greet him. “Hello, I’m Natalie Foster. Nice to meet you.”

The man didn’t react to her right away. His eyes were freakishly cold as he assessed Natalie from head to toe before finally speaking in a disgusted tone. “Hmm.”

a little speechless. She thought, “Is it freezing in here? Or maybe it’s just that

the task her grandfather assigned her today. After all, it was their first meeting, and she was forced into it. Judging from

reaction was thus normal. Feeling slightly embarrassed, Natalie put down her right

money conscious, she didn’t

looked up at the man,

was anxious, wondering if there were too many people and if she had to line up. What if the three–hour break was not enough to complete her mission? It would be

this sentence sounded like she

lowered, his face expressionless, and the contours of his

his lips, he asked, “Are you

explain why she’s in a hurry and just went along with what Trevon said because

the beginning

an unmistakable sarcasm in Trevon’s eyes as he brushed past Natalie without stoppin straight toward the City Hall with his long legs, followed by the old man

moment and

by the commotion, but

swoon.

Mr. Trevon Wilson, you’re here. Please follow me. We’ve arranged for the staff to take care

give them to Mr. Darcy,” urged

prepared documents to Mr. Darcy without any expression. The latter respectfully took them

“Mrs. Wilson?”

yet to register our marriage. What is Trevon Wilson’s identity? Why would the government officer

some big shot from the mafia, but Grandpa didn’t even say what the guy does. That’s so careless!” said Natalie inwardly.

ID card and the other documents needed to Ben Darcy and asked weakly, “How long does it take

on her, full

indeed that kind of woman to be in such

Natalie started explaining herself. “I’m just asking because it’s my first time getting

and asking about it isn’t a crime. What’s with

much time, half an hour at most. Please come over here to

didn’t need to waste time because they were taking the green channel. Plus, Ben Darcy knew that Mr. Wilson didn’t have much time to waste.

and his aura can literally freeze people. It was already a bitterly cold winter day, and with Trevon, it felt like the temperature had dropped even further. It was enough to freeze people, so I should leave early, she thought

bit dissatisfied with all of this. “She’s probably just another good–looking face with unrealistic desires. She’s afraid that I will change my mind even after getting a marriage license. That showed that she was quite desperate for it, seeing how she’s impatient to

that the man beside her

an hour.

restless heart calmed down only when his grandson

the marriage license in her pocket and said to the old gentleman, “Mr. Wilson, I have