Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 57

The banquet finally ended.

Natalie realized something was amiss when she felt weird. Waves of uncontrollable heat surged in her body; even her breath was hot. She could feel the cells crawling in her body.

As a doctor, she knew it was not because of the warm room temperature in the villa. She was a victim of some wicked deed.

Once again, the Foster family opened Natalie's eyes. They used the banquet to set her up, including the elderly guests and children at her table. They had literally spiked everyone's drink!

Tonight's guests were from wealthy, prominent families of immeasurable status. The Foster family could not afford to offend any of them.

Harry Foster was freaking crazy! He must have determined to squander away his late father's inheritance before he called it quits.

Natalie turned around and saw Sherri holding onto the table for support; the latter's face was even redder. Natalie realized what had happened. Then she saw Max's lustful stare.

Without a doubt, the son-of-a-gun was doped as well.

Natalie blamed herself for letting down her guard and underestimating the Foster family.

She pushed Sherri to call for help. "Call Edward now. Hurry! We have been doped!" She could feel the hot breath she exhaled.

Sherri shook her head to keep herself awake. Then she took out her cell phone and saw double on the screen. Sherri shook her head again and narrowed her eyes to look for the number. Before she could see it clearly, she dialed a voice call. She stumbled to a corner and said weakly, "Brother, come get me immediately. Someone doped Natalie and me at the Foster family's banquet." Sherri muttered, unable to control her tongue to speak clearly. However, the person on the other end could only comprehend her vaguely.

"The Foster family" and "Natalie was doped" were the few keywords that registered clearly.

Hmm, Natalie. Could it be Trevon's secret wife, Natalie? She was Sherri Landor's best friend.

OMG! They were finished!

Hackett Blackwell contemplated briefly after hanging up the voice call. He glanced at Frank Roberts without a word before quickly dialing for Trevon Wilson. "Hurry up and go to the Foster family this minute! Natalie has been doped!"

Frank sprung from his seat when he heard that and picked up his jacket immediately. He was prepared to leave with Hackett.

Meanwhile, Natalie feared Sherri would be in danger if she stayed on. She decided to give up her mother's belongings and left with Sherri while she was still clear-headed.

She could not put Sherri in harm's way. The latter was determined to come along because she feared Natalie would be bullied at the banquet.

Natalie would not allow anything terrible to happen to her best friend.

When Natalie was about to leave with the confused Sherri, Emily tried to persuade her to stay on. "Where are you going, Natalie? Are you in a hurry to leave? Stay a little longer. I haven't seen you for a long time; let's catch up, shall we? Your mother's belongings are still with us. Why are you in such a hurry? I'll bring them to you later."

"Get lost! You know damn well what you've done! Your family has no moral bottom line. All of you have opened my eyes!" Natalie pulled Sherri along and wanted to leave immediately.

The front door slammed shut suddenly.

Natalie became even more irritable. Her consciousness was also gradually weakening. She used her nails to stab her palm hard, trying to stay awake. It looked like Emily would not let her leave so easily.

Natalie took off her overcoat and covered Sherri to keep her warm. The latter fainted before she could do anything.

Natalie gently lay Sherri on a sofa in the living room. Then she turned around and stared at Herry Foster hatefully. She said with faint anticipation, "Are you not going to let her go? Think about it carefully. This is the daughter of the Landor family. If anything happens to her in your home tonight, the Foster Group's stock will probably go south tomorrow."

Natalie hoped Harry could still take the Landor family into account for his own sake. Although she was afraid, she wanted to test his conscience.

Harry's brows twitched uncontrollably. If something happened to Sherri, Richard Landor would bankrupt him for sure. He mistrusted Elena and did not expect Emily to dope the entire table. Harry was a little disconcerted by the outcome. He had painstakingly invited the prestigious guests to tonight's banquet in the hope that they might be helpful in his future endeavors. Harry would not hear the end of the guests suffering any ailment after taking the drink. He could not risk sabotaging his future and damaging his family's reputation.

Just then, Harry's cell phone rang.

His hand trembled when he saw the caller ID.

He answered the call; his voice quivered. "Hi, Mr. Simms, are you home yet?"

An angry voice came from the other end. "Harry Foster, if anything happens to my grandson tonight, I won't let you off." The other party snorted and hung up.

A few seconds later, Harry's cell phone rang again. "Hello, Mr. White."

Elena quickly pulled her son away. "Silly boy, your sister is drunk. Let her sober up in the living room. We'll go upstairs first."

Harry told Elena to take the boy upstairs immediately.

Her son, Tucker, refused to leave. He had taken leave from school to attend his mother's birthday banquet today. However, he did not like such occasions and hid upstairs by himself. "I'm not going. Send her to the hospital. You can't bully her!" he yelled.

Emily looked at Max anxiously and turned to scold her younger brother. "Hurry up and go upstairs to study. Don't get involved in adult matters. What do you know? You're just a kid. Do you think she will appreciate your kindness? Dream on! I'm your sister!"

Elena did not want her son to witness such an ugly scene either; she ordered the bodyguards to drag him upstairs.

Tucker was a young boy and was no match for the burly bodyguards. He was forcefully carried upstairs and locked in his room. The men guarded the door and did not let him out.

However, Tucker kept banging on the door and shouting.

After the bodyguards took Tucker upstairs, Elena pulled Harry away. "Let's go, Harry. Max is fascinated with Natalie; we should leave them alone. Otherwise, he might find fault with our company tomorrow if he doesn't get what he wants."

Harry's eyes lit up. He knew what his wife meant and walked into the study with her.

Meanwhile, Emily stayed put and hid in a corner to film everything.

She had to leave some evidence of this fateful night to destroy Natalie once and for all!

Natalie's legs went weak. She sat helplessly by Sherri's side to guard her and scratched her arm, leaving behind bruises.

Max rushed to Natalie's side. "I missed you so much, Natalie. I missed you even in my dreams. I want to kiss you now!" he said lustfully.

Natalie slowly moved away from him. Max was utterly dazed under the influence of drugs and became foul-mouthed. His eyes were glued to Natalie's body, lingering on her bosom. "Can I sleep with you, Natalie? Just once, I promise! I will be gentle, and you'll like it."

Before he could finish talking, he pounced on Natalie like a hungry wolf. The drugs had taken effects on Natalie by now; her whole body was in pain. She cursed at Emily Foster, wondering how much drug she had used. She gave Max a tight slap on his face with her remaining sense and yelled, "Get lost, you bastard! Don't come any closer unless you have a death wish!"