Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 66

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?”