Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 56

Meanwhile, life went on in the Foster family.

Emily Foster was in an excellent mood. The table was piled high with gifts from Max Wilson. After a shower, she sat cross-legged on the bed and unwrapped the custom-made gown Max sent her last night.

The sky-blue strapless dress had embedded crystals in the hem that sparkled under the light. It was elegant and beautiful.

The gown must have cost a fortune.

Her cell phone suddenly rang, disrupting her self-absorbed moment.

"Hello!"

The woman on the other end went straight to the point. "I'll get someone to add something to the wine tomorrow. Think of a way to make her sleep with Max."

Emily gaped in shock. "But Max is my–" She wanted to say that he was her boyfriend and that she would marry him and become Mrs. Wilson. How could she let him sleep with that bitch?

The woman interrupted her. "Drem on! Do you think the Wilson family will approve of your background and let you marry Max? They are concerned you will ruin his reputation. Have you been blinded by Max's small favors and sweet talks? The Wilson family is out of your reach! Don't you understand I'm trying to help you, for crying out loud?"

Of late, Emily was almost sure Max would marry her; he was obedient as a puppy. He had taken her home several times too. However, the woman was telling the truth as well. The Wilson family was a prominent one in Athana. They would not allow Emily to be part of the clan even if Max was a useless loser.

Unless no woman in Athana dared to marry Max Wilson, it would be difficult for Emily to gain a foothold. Moreover, Max had no say in the family whatsoever.

Emily initially fantasized about marrying Max if she conceived his child out of wedlock. It would be a legitimate reason to become part of the Wilson family.

However, the woman interrupted Emily's thoughts rudely. "Do you think you can marry into the family if you bear Max's child? Don't be such a nincompoop! The Wilson family is not short of descendants. In fact, Max might already have many children, legitimate or otherwise. The celebrities he's been with were in the dozens. Have you thought about that?"

Emily did not expect the woman on the other end to be able to read her inner thoughts.

She hesitated for a moment. "What should I do, then? Many people will be at the banquet; I'm afraid it'll be challenging to spike the wine. Moreover, Natalie might not even drink it. That bitch is guarded and doesn't touch anything in our family."

"You don't have to worry about that. I'll think of a way. Just keep your mouth shut!"

"Miss Blackwell, why do you sound different?" Emily asked suspiciously.

"What are you talking about, Miss Foster? I'm just someone who hates Natalie; I'm not Miss Blackwell. Did you ask Miss Blackwell to help you get rid of Natalie?"

Emily was taken aback. "Oh, so you're not Miss Blackwell. Then you're–I didn't." She was at a loss and spoke in a daze.

"You don't have to be concerned about who I am. I have my agenda. You will benefit from it; just keep your mouth shut. The more you know, the faster you die. Do you understand?" The woman warned in a threatening tone.

Emily was so frightened that she hurriedly nodded, thinking that the person on the other end was Mia Blackwell.

She had sent Natalie's photo to Mia Blackwell before and told her that Natalie was Trevon Wilson's wife. Therefore, she assumed the other party was Mia.

But the woman denied that she was Mia.

Then who was on the other end of the line?

Could she be the bitch's enemy? Emily thought. Natalie had an unforgiving and offensive mouth, after all. She must have more than her fair share of enemies.

Emily was in a good mood after hanging up. No matter who it was, she had no objection as long as someone could get rid of Natalie. As for Max Wilson, the woman was right about his infamous reputation. Women from wealthy families would not go near him, let alone marry him. Ultimately, the Wilson family would have no choice but to choose her, Emily Foster, as his lawful wife.

It was just sleeping with a woman, after all. Max Wilson had slept with countless women before, so what if it was Natalie? Emily thought.

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The following day at the Foster family's banquet.

The villa was brightly lit at night as guests gathered. It looked like Harry Foster had invited all the who's whos in Athana.

An endless stream of luxury cars lined up at the villa entrance. Guests arrived in luxury cars in gorgeous outfits to attend the party.

Sherri Landon donned a long white dress, while Natalie specially bought a long black dress. Their overcoats were black and white, respectively.

No one would think much of their dresses and overcoats combination during normal times. However, tonight was Harry's second wife's birthday party, and most guests dressed in colorful outfits for the joyous occasion. The black and white duo reminded the guests of the legendary spirits from hell.

Sherri and Natalie stood out in their unique black-and-white combinations at the villa entrance.

In addition, both women were lookers with attractive figures.

"Natalie, do you think we look like mourners?" Sherri looked around her and saw men and women dressed in gorgeous outfits smiling away.

Natalie looked severe with a hint of wicked intent. Coupled with the black dress and white overcoat, she looked strange and out of place.

"But that's the effect I want!" she said straight-faced.

Sherri chuckled. Then she texted Hackett Blackwell while Natalie was staring at the entrance door in a daze.

The Foster family's living room was large enough to hold eight tables and accommodate nearly a hundred people.

Everyone was already seated except for a table with three empty seats.

When Natalie and Sherri entered the room, all eyes were turned to them. The two were bare-faced and matched in black and white, causing the guests to whisper among themselves.

An elderly man beside Natalie said, "Young lady, relax and have a drink." As he spoke, he poured a drink for her and another for his grandson.

The kid beside him finished it in a gulp and asked the elderly man for more. The latter did not do so and told him to eat first.

Then the elderly man passed the drink around the table, and everyone took turns pouring some. Natalie gradually let her guard down.

Sherri's suspicion vanished as well. She thought the Foster family would not be so crazy as to spike everyone's drink. Then she took a sip from her glass. Meanwhile, Max raised his glass to clink with Natalie.

Natalie ignored him. She was a little thirsty and took a sip from her glass.

Max took Natalie's gesture as a token of respect that she did not despise him.

Sherri whispered to Natalie, "I don't think he dares to spike the drink. The table is full of elderly people and children; unless the Foster family has gone crazy."

Natalie thought so too. Other than the old and young, there were a few middle-aged guests at the same table who she did not know. The children were served the same drink. Therefore, it ought to be safe for consumption.

Natalie and Sherri did not drink wine; they had the same drink as the rest at the table.

Halfway through dinner, Harry Foster went on stage to speak. He pulled Elena along like a loving couple. Harry impressed his guests by doting on his wife to show they were happily married.

The Foster couple was indeed the envy of all the guests.

"Elena Foster could have won an Oscar for her outstanding performance. It's a waste of her talent that she wasn't an actress," Sherri muttered.

Natalie scoffed. "She's acting as herself."

The couple's showmanship disgusted Natalie and Sherri. Just then, Harry kissed his wife on stage; It was a deep kiss.

Harry had initially wanted to make it difficult for Natalie to ask for her inheritance tonight. Elena stopped him and proposed a better scheme.

From Elena's perspective, Natalie was still married to Trevon Wilson, and his family had her back. Therefore, the Foster family could not do anything to Natalie openly.

However, Elena and Emily kept the secret of Natalie's marriage from Harry Foster.

Time ticked by as the birthday celebration continued.

Sherri suddenly felt an unbearable heat emerging from within, invading her whole body. She felt light-headed, and her vision was blurry.

Most of the guests at her table had left by now. Only Natalie and Max remained.

Sherri stayed on because she promised to accompany Natalie to retrieve her mother's belongings.