Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)
Chapter 83

Chapter 83

In the evening, upon returning to Evergreen Gardens,

Natalie swiftly made her way into the kitchen. Sherri typically reframed from making onion soup due to Juana's fear of kitchen disasters. Natalie was pregnant and shouldn't be burdened with all the cooking responsibilities, relying solely on her.

Spotting Natalie's entrance into the kitchen, Sherri instinctively grabbed an apron and asked, as she tied it around herself, "What can I do to help?"

Natalie, who was busy washing vegetables, looked at her, puzzled. "What are you up to?"

With an earnest gaze, Sherri replied. "I'll be your sous chef

Having washed and dried her hands. Natalie gently ushered her out of the kitchen door. "I don't need you in the kitchen. Go and catch up on your drama. I'll manage just fine Your presence in the kitchen would only distract me."

Sherri felt awkward and said, "So, I guess I'll just settle for a ready-made meal? I'd feel utterly embarrassed"

Natalie rolled her eyes at Sherri, who leaned against the kitchen doorway. "Now you're concerned about feeling embarrassed? When did you become so considerate? Come on, hurry up and get out of here. Close the door behind you. and don't disrupt my cooking process."

"Alright. Sherri glanced at Natalie, who was busy washing her hands and preparing the soup in the kitchen. She truly admired Natalie Why did someone as hardworking and deserving of happiness as she have to endure so much hardship? If only fate would show some kindness.

Before he left. Mr. Foster had hoped to replace reliable support, a lifelong companion for Natalie. But things didn't go as planned, and now everything had turned into a mess.

If Mr. Wilson found out, he would probably force Natalie to have an abortion. No wonder Natalie insisted so strongly on keeping it a secret.

But what about herself Before, she believed that Juana would push her to have an abortion, but now, upon reflection, she realizes that if Joy were to replace out about this, it could lead to an entirely different

outcome.

There was a high probability that Hackett would have been pressured into marrying her, so it was an absolute secret that could not be revealed. A loveless marriage would have meant simply settling for a life o convenience and compromise. Even though it was often said that love was a luxury in life, and one could manage without it, she couldn't settle for that. Having severed ties with Hackett, she had to bear the relentless scolding from Juana, who didn't hold back in pointing out her flaws, both overtly and subtly. Meanwhile, Joy was marketing her son, subtly conveying that their chances were slim.

In essence, the prospective future son-in-law she had envisioned had fled.

Sitting on the sofa, she savored a few bites of avocado, her mind drifting far away.

The sudden ringtone rudely interrupted her, and upon glancing at the caller ID, she grew slightly anxious. It was Edward on the line Inhaling deeply, she answered, feigning a fragile tone. "Edward.” Sensing the heaviness in her voice, Edward restrained his impulse to unleash his frustrations and swallowed his words instead. "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

Sherri continued with her charade, "Hmm, I'm tired but not sure what's wrong. I've been feeling a bit off since this afternoon."

Meanwhile, Natalie continued cooking in the kitchen, blissfully unaware of the theatrical performance unfolding in the living room.

After exchanging words on the call, he couldn't ignore that she was his sister. Edward decided to visit her. Sherri, playing the role of the meek one, politely requested his presence for dinner, emphasizing Natalie's culinary skills.

Because Edward sincerely appreciated Natalie's culinary skills, using this approach seemed the only way to alleviate his anger, even a little bit.

A good meal might help improve the overall mood.

That was a certainty in her mind.

With that in mind, she rose from her seat and headed toward the kitchen, pushing open the swinging door. Approaching Natalie, who was earnestly cooking, she asked, "How much macaroni did you put in Natalie, puzzled, responded, "Hmm? Is someone coming?"

"Yes, Edward is coming."

Natalie contemplated her preparations and nodded. "It should be sufficient. I made some extra macaroni and cheese, originally planning it for dinner. So, I'll whip up a few more dishes."

An hour later, a spread of delicious food adorned the table, covered to keep it warm.

Natalie hastily removed her apron, hanging it behind the door, and headed straight to her room, where she promptly turned on her computer.

Sherri was a bit perplexed but followed her into the room. She watched Natalie, wholly engrossed in typing at the computer, and asked, "What are you up to? Do you have some hospital documents to attend to?"

Natalie didn't lift her gaze from the computer screen, a slight smirk appearing on her lips. I'm seeking revenge."

Sherri grew even more puzzled. Wasn't she supposed to go and physically confront someone? How does a computer seek revenge? How does that even work?

Perplexed, she grabbed a nearby chair and sat down, joining Natalie in staring at the screen. Yet, a myriad of posts sprawled across the display, teeming with phrases like swaggering troublemakers, love's betrayal trackers, top-notch market plunderers, and desperation feeding the canines. She wondered what all this fuss was about.

"What on earth is all this? What's the purpose of this website? Could it be your daredevil racing buddies?"

Natalie turned to Sherri, her face filled with confusion. She patiently explained, "This website is specifically for taking on assignments. They handle investigations and exposes as a one-stop service. Damon, the head of this website, rarely takes on tasks. Just look at his acceptance rate. He only takes a few assignments each year. But any job that he does accept receives rave reviews. He's known for completely crushing anyone you want revenge on, leaving them metaphorically flattened on the ground. However, his services come at a higher price, and he specializes in handling difficult missions. Our case might not meet his criteria, to be honest."

Sherri was taken aback and couldn't fathom the existence of such a website. Despite being around for so long, she had never encountered it. It made her question whether she needed to catch up with the current trends.

Amidst her astonishment. Sherri still hadn't fully grasped the situation. "Natalie, how did you even replace out about this

website?"

Natalie didn't hold back and replied, "Mr. Foster told me about it. But I never really had any use for it until now."

Apart from dealing with her scumbag dad, she hadn't encountered anyone else who deserved such measures, so she never needed to explore such websites. Besides, Mr. Foster was always there to keep scumbag dad in check, shielding her from any disturbances..

She had initially intended to handle this matter later in the evening. However, she was still determining the duration of the thought education session with Edward during dinner. If it stretched on for too long, she would miss the cutoff time for placing the orders.

It was pretty peculiar. She thought such a website even had specific order timings. They stopped accepting orders after 11 PM, allowing time for order tallying and maintaining their financial records. Their dedication to efficiency might be the reason for their longstanding success.

Without wasting any time, Natalie swiftly placed two orders online. She set the price at 10 thousand dollars per order, as her situation was simple and could be quickly resolved with a simple investigation. It seemed unnecessary to set a higher price. She submitted the charges with a clear indication of their simplicity.

If no one accepted the orders, she considered increasing the price.

The need for safety primarily drove the decision to spend the money. Placing an order on this website offered an assurance of complete confidentiality, regardless of the scale of the assignment. This unwavering commitment to preserving client privacy might have been another critical factor in the website's success.

The preservation of customer information was held in high regard, with stringent measures in place to ensure its utmost security.

Sherri started to comprehend the situation to some extent. However, her voice suddenly rose the next moment, "Natalie, look! Damon has accepted the orders!"

Natalie was left speechless for a moment. It contradicted her earlier statement that Damon, being the best of the best, would never accept such tasks. What had happened? Had he experienced a change of heart or encountered financial difficulties? Was he now accepting even lower-level assignments like hers? The situation baffled her.

Were they that desperate for money?

Sherri was still in a state of excitement, shaking Natalie's arm.

Natalie gently touched Sherri's trembling hand and reassured her, "I saw it too, Sherri. Let me double-check with him to ensure it's not a mistake." She couldn't fathom why someone as confident as Damon would agree to take Sherri's case.

She typed a brief message in the order details. "Hello, are you certain you didn't make an error?"

There was a moment of silence, and after waiting for five minutes, both of them grew increasingly anxious, thinking it was indeed an error. Then, typing indicator appeared on the screen. Finally, a response appeared. "No, I've accepted your order. I need to confirm two things. First, do you want me to expose Emily's personal life as a daily trending topic? And second, should I leak explicit videos of Mia with the project leader?"

Sherri was utterly amazed, her admiration for her best friend reaching new heights. Little did she know that Natalie had been scheming behind the scenes all this time. No wonder there had been no recent activity. This was a meticulously crafted plan, waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a crushing blow to the budding relationship between Max and Emily. She could only hope that her expectations wouldn't be dashed.

As for Mia, it was all too evident that if such information were to surface, she would undoubtedly withdraw from the project, enduring significant damage to her reputation. It was solely his prerogative regarding how Mr. Wilson would handle the fallout.

Their retribution was now set in motion.

With conviction, Natalie typed two words on the screen, "Confirmed, no need for explicit content, just a few subtly suggestive photos."

Following the guidance of Mr. Foster, Natalie proceeded to transfer half of the agreed-upon deposit to his platform account. A confirmation message appeared on the screen, indicating that the desired results would be delivered the next day.

Sherri exclaimed in amazement, "This is incredible! Is it placing the order today and getting results tomorrow? What kind of organization is this? It's mind-blowing!"

Natalie, feeling quite pleased, shrugged her shoulders. "A competent organization is a commendable one. They go by the name Velocity Expeditions."

Sherri nodded in agreement, her anticipation for the results growing.

However, there was something peculiar about the name of the website. It had an odd ring to it.

If the expected outcome were achieved, the investment of 20 thousand dollars would undoubtedly be worth it, and Natalie would even be willing to pay 100 thousand dollars for such remarkable results.