Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel 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 Mercedes 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 Koenigsegg 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 underworld?" 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, "Hello, sir. Did you call 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 Koenigsegg 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."

Natalie was left a little speechless. She thought, "Is it freezing in here? Or maybe it's just that he has slow reflexes."

She didn't really care anyway, as long as she completed the task her grandfather assigned her today. After all, it was their first meeting, and she was forced into it. Judging from how the man behaved, Natalie knew he probably wasn't there of his own free will either.

His reaction was thus normal. Feeling slightly embarrassed, Natalie put down her right hand, tired of holding it at an angle for some time.

She took a three-hours leave from the hospital today. Being money-conscious, she didn't want to waste any more time and have her salary deducted.

"Let's hurry up and get this done." She looked up at the man, her gaze neither shifting in avoidance nor fright.

She 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 a waste of money.

But for Trevon, this sentence sounded like she couldn't wait to get married to him.

His eyelids were slightly lowered, his face expressionless, and the contours of his features were sharp with a cold edge.

After a moment, with a slight parting of his lips, he asked, "Is it urgent?"

"Well, it's a bit urgent," Natalie didn't explain why it was urgent and just went along with what Trevon said because time was indeed limited. After all, she only took a few hours off instead of a whole day.

Little did she know that this was the beginning of his resentment and prejudice.

There was an unmistakable sarcasm in Trevon's eyes as he brushed past Natalie without stopping for a moment and walked straight toward the City Hall with his long legs, followed by the old man named Theo Wilson.

The staff at City Hall were a little startled by the commotion, but Trevon was very handsome, which made the female staff swoon.

"Mr. Theo Wilson, Mr. Trevon Wilson, you're here. Please follow me. We've arranged for the staff to take care of you." The person who spoke was the director of City Hall.

"Take out the documents quickly and give them to Mr. Darcy," urged Theo Wilson.

Trevon Wilson handed the prepared documents to Mr. Darcy without any expression. The latter respectfully took them and turned towards Natalie Foster. "Mrs. Wilson, can you give me your documents as well?"

"Mrs. Wilson?