Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 66

As they arrived back at the hospital, Sherri’s voice echoed with relentless frustration as she vented her

grievances against Hackett, cursing him angrily and annoyedly.

Natalie winced as Sherri’s scathing words rang in her ears. She longed for a respite to soothe her

aching ears and knew she had to say something. She suggested, “Sherri, take a break and a sip of

water to calm down.”

Sherri took a sip of water, but her heart was still unsettled. She wondered how much her mother

despised her for arranging a blind date with such a scumbag. It seemed that age had dimmed her

mother’s vision and her judgment. She knew she had to talk to her mother about this tonight. If her

mother dared to, she could quickly destroy Edward.

As the tirade finally subsided, Sherri’s mind shifted to more pressing matters. “What did you mean by

the message you sent me?” she asked Natalie. “Have you made up your mind about going abroad for

two years? Have you thought it through?”

Supporting her cheeks with both hands, Natalie helplessly sighed. Natalie supported her cheeks with

both hands and sighed helplessly. “I don’t want to miss this opportunity,” she admitted. “Besides, the

departure date aligns well with my divorce. It would be good for me to spend two years abroad after the

finalization of my divorce. While he no longer shows interest in me, it would still be awkward if we were

to meet ”

Going abroad is still the better choice. After all, it’s natural to feel awkward when encountering your ex-

spouse, regardless of your history as a married couple. Perhaps that’s just how women are-having

some lingering emotions.

Sherri pouted in puzzlement, “Is Mr. Wilson blind? Didn’t he claim to have no interest in you? He was

sober that night, so how did things escalate between you two?”

As she spoke, Sherri continued to wonder, “Taking him directly to the hospital would have been the

appropriate course of action, unlike Hackett, who seems to be a dog that thinks with his lower half.”

Natalie shook her head as she replied, a hint of confusion evident in her voice. “Honestly, I’m feeling

quite lost myself. However, one thing is undeniably clear. His interest in me is non-existent. He harbors

feelings for someone else. Last night, he slept with someone else. I noticed lipstick marks on his collar.

Furthermore, he even asked me to prepare supper for him, but I declined his request.”

Upon hearing this, Sherri agitatedly questioned, “Are you saying he’s having an affair? Is he cheating

on that woman? How do you know?”

The mention of the supper completely slipped past Sherri’s ears.

“Please don’t get so worked up. There’s nothing to be surprised about. Remember how you mentioned

his perpetual disinterest in women? As it turns out, someone has captured his attention all this time. He

repeatedly reminded me not to harbor false hopes, making it clear that he held no interest in me. Last

night, I couldn’t help but notice the telltale lipstick marks on his collar, accompanied by a distinct

fragrance of perfume,” Natalie responded.

“Damn it! Mr. Wilson, who has an outwardly respectable appearance, has revealed himself to be cut

from the same cloth as Hackett. Birds of a feather flock together! The company one keeps can indeed

speak volumes about their character,” Sherri cursed.

Trevon was not entirely at fault; he lacked interest in Sherri, which was a matter of personal

preference.

Natalie playfully retorted to Sherri, “Seems like you’ve been indulging in many TV dramas lately, with all

those poetic lines! But you made a valid point. Speaking of which, are you feeling hungry? My stomach

is growling. Taking care of ourselves should always be a priority, right? And as for divorce, it’s really not

as daunting as it may seem. I can thrive without a man in my life. If I leave, I will leave my car in your

garage. I’m worried about leaving it in the Foster’s residence.”

Sherri frowned at Natalie’s words, “Hey, you’re going abroad, not departing from this world. You’re

making it sound like you’re leaving a farewell message. It’s making me feel uneasy.”

In the Wilson Group, a man sat at his desk, wearing a serious and cold expression as he studied the

documents before him. An air of tension and uneasiness filled the air around him.

Jim stood at the side, resembling a statue, caught in a moment of indecision. He held his breath,

uncertain whether to leave or remain in his current position.

Frank took off his coat and sat down on the sofa. Then, he instructed Jim, “Go get someone to prepare

two cups of coffee.”

Feeling relieved, Jim turned to Frank and offered a grateful glance, silently expressing his

appreciation.

With a soft chuckle, Frank let the sound escape his lips. As soon as Jim exited the office, he leisurely

spread his legs apart, propping himself up while holding a cigarette between them. He mused, “So,

what’s the plan?”

Trevon murmured in a low voice, “A last chance.”

Frank understood what he meant and replied, “I will let them go.”

Trevon was widely recognized for his unwavering loyalty and deep sense of gratitude. If someone

extended a helping hand, he would go above and beyond to repay them threefold. Conversely, if

deceived, he would stand firm until the very end. He had no qualms about openly communicating the

repercussions of crossing him, making it unmistakably clear.

This was one of the reasons why Frank could be considered a close ally and brother to Trevon.

After some silence, Trevon continued, “Mail the items to Mia.”

Frank nodded after pondering, “Alright, make sure you’ve thought it through.”

Trevon replied, “How much did we make from the racing?”

He knew that Frank would win.

“30 million dollars. Alright, I am leaving now,” Frank responded as he picked up his coat and left the

office.

Frank did not try to persuade him further. He knew that changing Trevon’s mind would be challenging

due to his strong-willed nature. Matters of the heart were beyond Frank’s influence, and his

understanding of them was also limited. However, from an outsider’s perspective, he could clearly

discern the situation. As the saying goes, “Onlookers see more than players,” which appears to hold

true in the present circumstances..

During the afternoon break, sensational news flooded the internet, capturing everyone’s attention.

“Mr. Wilson’s Night Out with International Dance Champion at the Grand Manor Hotel, Lasting Over an

Hour.”

“Theo Wilson, Patriarch of the Wilson Family, Welcomes Granddaughter Mia Blackwell’s Return to

Athana,”

“Mia Blackwell Suspected to Be Mr. Wilson’s Former Girlfriend.”

“Mr. Wilson Exits the Grand Manor Hotel with Noticeable Red Stains on His White Shirt.”

Trevon and Mia dominated the entire trending news.

At this moment, Mia scrolled through the news on her phone with a satisfied grin. This was precisely

the outcome she had hoped for. She intended to leave no doubt in anyone’s mind that Mr. Wilson

belonged to her.

Since Trevon entered the hotel last night, he had unknowingly been under the watchful eyes of the

reporters that Mia had bribed. Even the lipstick mark purposely remained on his collar, a calculated

move by Mia to provide the reporters with a suggestive clue, ensuring they would capture the desired

moment.

Mia knew engaging Trevon romantically would be no easy task, and initiating a physical relationship

with him proved challenging. Not just in the present, but even in the past, he had never made any

advances towards her. There were moments when she even questioned whether he had some form of

physiological abnormality.

Initially, the reporters were hesitant to take on the assignment. In Athana, who would dare to publish

news about Mr. Wilson without proper verification and reliable sources? However, when Mia revealed

her connection to the Wilson family and her status as Trevon’s fiancée, the reporters” eyes sparked an

interest. Despite the lack of concrete evidence, they agreed to pursue the story.

The timing of releasing this news during everyone’s lunch break was intentional and aimed at

maximizing its reach and impact. The objective was to ensure widespread awareness and generate a

significant buzz among the public.

Michael, Mia’s father, stormed into the room, visibly agitated. However, realizing his dependence on his

daughter for financial support, he quickly composed himself and tried to appease her with a serious

and concerned tone. “Mia, how about we take down those online posts? I’m worried that Mr. Wilson

might… well…”

Michael immediately suspected that his daughter was behind the news.

Mia was not pleased, and she challenged. “Why should we take it down? Have you signed the

contract?

With a hint of concern, Michael replied, “I’ve signed it, but Mr. Wilson was not pleased. He also

mentioned that this was the last chance. Mia, why don’t we consider…”

Michael’s fear was palpable, for he knew Trevon’s reputation for employing ruthless methods. If Trevon

chose to wield his power, it could put the Blackwell family’s fortune and their very lives at stake.

Nevertheless, Michael had no choice but to make another attempt at persuading his daughter,

desperately hoping to dissuade her from engaging in any further reckless actions.

On the other hand, Mia displayed a calm and bored demeanor as she idly toyed with her freshly

manicured nails. She nonchalantly told her father, “Dad, there’s no need to worry. He’s just bluffing; he

wouldn’t dare do anything to me. Besides, Grandpa is there to protect me, isn’t he?”

Michael anxiously replied, “Mr. Theo Wilson is already laid to rest. He can’t rise from the dead to

protect you, right?”

How could the dead protect the living who is recklessly endangering themselves?

Michael sighed helplessly, realizing his daughter was unwilling to heed his advice. Taking a deep

breath, he mentally prepared himself to leave.

“Delivery!” The doorbell rang.

As Michael opened the door to receive a package, a puzzled expression crossed his face as he This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

glanced at his daughter. He inquired, “Mia, what have you bought this time?”

He handed the package to his daughter rather than opening it on her behalf. Mia took her time,

leisurely opening it herself.

As her eyes scanned the information, a brief panic flickered within Mia, but she swiftly regained her

composure. After all, what significance did Trevon Wilson hold in her life? It was only natural for him to

take notice of her actions.

Besides, he had Frank supporting him!

She looked up smugly and waved the documents, “See, Dad? I told you Mr. Wilson wouldn’t do

anything to me. You can rest assured. It’s all just a show for the public.”

As Michael briefly glanced at the documents, he furrowed his brow. “Mia, who is this woman? Why did

you target her?” he inquired, his tone filled with curiosity and concern.

Initially, Michael intended to question Mia about her motives, but he quickly realized that his daughter

always had a purpose behind her actions. In this case, her focus was on Trevon, leaving him curious

about the identity of the woman involved.

Mia replied with a proud and disdainful look, “She is the wife of Trevon’s whirlwind marriage.”

Michael’s eyes widened in shock as he struggled to find the right words to convey his realization. He

finally managed to say, “Mr. Wilson is married, and you…this is…you’re…” The words “the other

woman” hung unspoken in the air, unable to escape his throat.

Mia maintained her indifferent demeanor, unaffected by her father’s reaction. With a dismissive tone,

she retorted, “Are you insinuating that I am ‘the other woman? So what? As long as I can have Trevon,

I couldn’t care less. Besides, what is she? She’s al mere decoration for him. Do you honestly believe

Mr. Wilson would prefer her? If he did, do you think I remain unscathed while | drugged her? Would he

willingly send these documents to me if he loved her? Stop meddling in my affairs and pretending to be

righteous. Don’t delude yourself. You’re no different from me. If I succeed, you’ll also reap the

benefits.”

Michael set the documents aside, his mind raced with countless thoughts, and he struggled to find the

right words to express himself. Years of pursuing personal gain and power had left him increasingly

dissatisfied, and he always yearned for more. Yet, deep down, he cherished the bond between him and

his daughter. He did not want his daughter to become the other woman, sacrificing her happiness for

his selfish gains.

However, Mia, who grew up without a mother’s love, was determined to earn respect from others. She

remained resolute in her pursuit and remained unyielding to any advice given to her.