Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 511

Chapter 511

Frank drove his SUV in the direction of the airport.

On the way, he had been thinking about his brother-in-law’s sudden farewell. Was he not a little interested in that tomboy, Christina? Why did he run away?

According to Joseph’s personality, he should have created the opportunities to meet Christina and get along with her. The fact that Joseph had left was an illogical behaviour.

Ethan, who was sitting in the back seat, was also confused. Did he not say that he would go back on the seventh day of Christmas when they were climbing the mountain? It was only the third day today. Had he already lost track of time?

The car arrived at Athana Airport.

Frank dutifully became his brother-in-law and helped Joseph carry his luggage onto the plane. “Let’s go. Give me a call when you land.”

Joseph nodded. “Okay.”

The two of them did not say anything else. Ethan followed them onto the plane. Soon, the plane took off and soared into the sky, disappearing from Frank’s view.

Instead of leaving, Frank leaned against the car door with his foot against the tire. After he lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, he took out his phone and called Chris, “Are you suffering from Alzheimer’s? Is it so difficult to answer the phone?”

Chris had just finished his work. It had only been two minutes since he came out of the operating theater and he was about to go home from work. “You fucking placed surveillance cameras in my consultation room, right?”

Frank snorted. “You’re not at home?”

Chris sighed. “Do you think I’m as free as you are?”

Frank took a puff of his cigarette. “That’s true. Singles can’t understand how busy we are.”

Chris could not be bothered with Frank. “If that’s the reason for your call, congratulations, Frank. You’ve achieved your goal. If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. I still have to go home for dinner.”

Frank chuckled. “Go home and see if your tomboy is home.”

“Why are you asking about my sister for no reason? My sister was set by my mother to go to the company on the eighth day of Christmas. During this period, she has to be brainwashed at home every day until she successfully falls in love. By the way, didn’t you say that you were coming to my house? When are you coming?”

Frank replied, “Does your mother want me to come to your house? I’m telling you clearly that I can’t come. I’m hanging up.”

Chris cursed after hanging up the phone. “Fuck, are you crazy? You didn’t even talk about anything serious on the phone and just chatted without any reason. Is your phone bill free of charge?”

However, his mother’s intention was indeed not on Frank, but on his future brother-in-law.

She packed her things and prepared to go home.

Half an hour later, Chris stepped into the Yamin family’s living room. Only Charlie was sitting in the living room. He frowned as if he was worried about something.

Chris’s hungry stomach growled. He said to the servant, “Make me a bowl of pasta.”

“Yes, Mr. Chris.”

“Charlie, what’s wrong?” Chris sat down beside Charlie and asked with concern.

Charlie let out a long sigh. “Your sister went overseas to inspect the equipment. It’s all my fault. Why did I mention the equipment?”

“What? My sister went overseas? When?” At this moment, Chris’s expression could no longer be described as surprised. What did he say to Frank half an hour ago?

In an instant, Chris thought of Frank’s call. Did this guy already know?

Most importantly, how did he know? Chris subconsciously looked up at the ceiling. He really suspected that Frank had installed surveillance cameras in the Yamin family.

Charlie roughly explained the situation, but he did not mention that his daughter was hiding from his urging her to get married. “Have you eaten?”

Suddenly, a sleepy voice interrupted the father and son’s conversation.

Stella was wearing pajamas and lying half-dead on the armrest. She happened to see the servant call Chris to eat. “Mr. Chris, the pasta is ready.”

The reincarnation of a hungry ghost, Stella, quickly said, “Give me a bowl too. I’m starving.”

The father and son’s expressions were indescribable. It was even more so for Charlie. He finally understood why Christina was always worried. Stella’s eating habits were indeed worrying. “Stella, you only eat two meals a day. Can your stomach take it? If you really want to sleep, you can go back to sleep after breakfast.”

Stella leaned on the armrest and waited for the pasta to be served. At the same time, she woke up out of hunger. “Charlie, I ́only eat breakfast and lunch during the holidays. I’m very professional when I go to work. When have I ever been late?”

These words were true. She was indeed dedicated to her job as the receptionist of the Wilson Group. She was never late, making Charlie wonder why the Wilson Group was so special to her.

After a while, Stella’s pasta was done. By that time, Chris had already finished eating and was about to go upstairs. “Where’s Christina? Why don’t I see her?”

Upstairs, their mother, Angie, had just woken up and was yawning. Her afternoon nap was not long and was at most an hour and a half. If her afternoon nap was too long, she would suffer from insomnia at night.

Seeing her mother come downstairs, Stella thought that her mother knew where her sister had gone. She took a bite of pasta and asked, “Angie, where’s Christina?”