Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 63 Meanwhile, in a suite at the Grand Manor Hotel.

A woman in a low-cut red strapless dress stood before the mirror while fiddling with it. The hem of the dress only reached below her hips. A slightly exaggerated movement would reveal what was underneath.

“Miss Blackwell, you have such a good figure! It's a dancer's figure, for sure. It's the show’s honor to have invited you as a judge,” her brown-noser assistant praised her.

Mia Blackwell smiled in satisfaction; she said coquettishly, “Don’t embarrass me with such praises in public. There are better dancers than me. I'm just helping out. I'm happy to contribute to the show.” The assistant continued to sing praises. “Miss Blackwell, | think you are the prettiest woman in the entire show.” Mia signaled her assistant to bring over the perfume from the washbasin. The assistant handed her the perfume and continued, “You look so beautiful in that dress, Miss Blackwell. Do you have a date tonight?” Mia could not hold back her excitement and smiled. “Yes, I'm waiting for someone | like. You can leave after you're done packing.

There's no need for you to stay behind.” The assistant nodded, “Okay, okay, | understand. Don’t worry; | won't disturb you, Miss Blackwell” She covered her mouth to hide her reaction.

“What are you thinking about? We, uh, we're just discussing a collaboration. Don’t overthink,” Mia tied to explain.

No one would believe you if you dressed like this. The assistant thought.

“All right, then. I'll take my leave now, Miss Blackwell.” Mia’s cell phone rang after her assistant left. It was her father. “Dad, don’t worry. | won't mess it up, I'm confident. Stop worrying!” After hanging up, Mia looked assured.

Meanwhile, a black Maybach glided in and stopped at the entrance of the Grand Manor Hotel.

Mindful of the snowy road, Jim Hawk drove slowly with care, so the car would not skid.

Jum stopped the car and turned to ask Trevon Wilson in the backseat, “Are you sure you don’t need me to accompany you, Mr.

Wilson?” Trevon replied coldly, “No need.” Jim was concerned. Trevon rarely attended negotiations alone. However, Mia's father, Michael Sullivan, requested that be attend the meeting by himself. His reason being he feared that someone might interfere at the meeting.

The project was massive, and many parties wanted a piece of the pic, knowing they would benefit from the bid even if they did not win it. They would have more say if they won the bid, It would be icing on the cake. Many interested wanted to contact Michael Sullivan to buy the land for a speaking right. Therefore, Michael's request was reasonable.

However, it was not the whole truth.

Jim remained concerned. “Mr. Wilson, I'll go up with you. | can wait outside.” “Okay,” Trevon relented.

When he arrived at the designated room, Jim stood beside Trevon and knocked on the door.

The door opened after a while, but there was no one. Jim poked his head in and looked around but did not see anyone.

This floor was for VIP luxury suites. The door switch was controlled remotely by the room guest.

That meant there was someone inside.

When Trevon entered the room, the door closed automatically, leaving Jim outside the door.

Trevon entered, sat on a sofa, and called out, “Mr. Sullivan, what is this all about?” The room was empty, and there was not a sound.

Seconds later, there was still nothing.

Trevon did not think Michael Sullivan had the guts to not show up.

Meanwhile, Mia Blackwell took off her shoes and tiptoed behind the sofa. She suddenly wrapped her arms around Trevon’s neck and apologized gently, “There you are, Trevon. You're so hard to get. Please don’t push me away. | miss you so much and must resort to this way to ask you out. Don’t be angry, okay?” The man in her arms did not react. “Let go of me,” he snapped.

Mia did not let go. She tried to kiss Trevon’s neck and cheeks, but he quickly dodged her. Her lips landed on his collar.

Trevon’s eyes had a trace of anger that was about to explode. He closed them and said slowly, “If you don’t want to lose what you have now, stop your nonsense right away!” “I won't give face to your old man anymore. Don't challenge my limits,” Trevon warned.

Mia was not angry. She stared at Trevon before her and smiled, reluctantly letting go of him.

Mia knew her limits and understood Trevon too well; she could not push her luck. Trevon was clearly impatient and irritated. If she provoked him further, it would backfire, and she would be in danger.

Mia walked around the sofa and sat opposite Trevon. She behaved herself and swayed her legs before him, “Can we talk?” Trevon took out a cigarette and lit it. He blew the smoke rings at Mia's face. She frowned and was unable to open her eyes.

After a few puffs, he said unhurriedly, “Where's the contract?” Mia remained calm. “Dad has already signed the contract. Let's talk first. I'll give it to you later. | promise that I'll help you get what you want. That piece of land will go to you; can you give me what | want in return?” He flicked the cigarette ash between his fingers and said leisurely, “No, | can’t give you what you want, Forget about your nonsense!” Of course, Trevon knew what Mia wanted. He knew it since the first time he saw her.

Mia became anxious and said, “We are both single and unattached. Why can’t you give me what | want? Are you still brooding over the past? | admit | was insensible then when you insisted on joining the army. In addition, my father forced me to go overseas. You know that you're the only one in my heart, Trevon. Can you give us another chance, please?” Trevon stood up after finishing his cigarette and tidied his suit. He turned to Mia and said, “I don’t want it if you trade for the contract this way.” Mia panicked, knowing that he would leave. She quickly hugged Trevon’s broad and firm waist to stop him. “I really love you, Trevon. Forgive me. Let's start over again, okay? Don't leave!” Moments later, Trevon still did not respond. Then he pried open her fingers forcefully and threw her onto the sofa before striding out of the room.

Mia felt indignant lying on the sofa; her eyes filled with malice.

Meanwhile, at the door, Jim saw his boss storming out and quickly put an overcoat on him.

Trevon had a sinister look on his face; he was obviously furious. “Call Michael Sullivan and tell him that he missed his last chance. He's on his own from now on.” “Yes, sir.” Jim knew fully well what Trevon meant by last chance.

Trevon returned to Adare Manor moments after Natalie arrived.

After the two had a physical relationship, Natalie was embarrassed to see Trevon.

It would be a lie to say that she did not mind.

After all, she had saved her first time for the past 23 years.

Natalie tried to psych herself into thinking she had nothing to be embarrassed about. The joke would be on others if they thought otherwise.

After repeatedly telling herself that, Natalie failed in the end. She quickly ran upstairs to her room before Trevon entered.

Trevon saw the lights in the living room and knew Natalie was back. However, he did not see her when he walked in. He guessed that she had probably gone upstairs to take a shower. He expected her to come down for supper at this time.

Trevon was still mad at her for treating him like a gigolo in the morning. The humiliation had not dissipated entirely.

Instead of going upstairs, he sat in the living room and lazily flipped through a magazine, glancing at the staircase occasionally.

Half an hour later, there was still no movement upstairs.

Trevon put down the magazine and went upstairs. He stood by the guest room door and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he knocked.

Natalie rushed to the door barefooted when she heard the knock and opened it. Trevon’s darkened face greeted her.

She hid her embarrassment and asked suspiciously, “What's up, Mr. Wilson?” Why did he knock on my door at night instead of going to bed? He could not be thinking about having sex again, could he? Natalie thought.

It could not be so. Trevon did say that he was not interested in her. He might be crazy the first time. But the second time? He got to be sick! Trevon paused momentarily before saying, “Cook some Spaghetti Bolognese for me.” Had he not heard of takeouts? Did she look like his nanny, for crying out loud? However, Natalie relented. On her way out of the guest room, she saw the hickey on his neck and the smell of perfume on his body. Instantly, she became flustered and did not want to cook for him.

She refused without hesitation. “Can you order takeout instead?” Trevon’s overbearing nature upset Natalie. One man might steal a horse, while another might not look over a hedge. Trevon must have slept with someone else and had the cheek to tell her to make supper for him. He was the same man who threatened to desecrate her grandfather's grave because she had a causal meal with Edward Landor. Why the double standard? Why should she succumb to his every wish? “I won't bow to his bad habits!” thought Natalie.

Trevon's face darkened even more as he glared at her. “Natalie!” “I'm here, Mr. Wilson. I've just taken a shower and don't feel like cooking. You can order takeout or call Jim for delivery.

Goodnight.” Natalie was unaware she had used too much force; the door closed with a loud bang. A gust of cold wind swept across Trevon’s gloomy face.

He kicked the door twice to vent his anger.

Jim Hawk had always been very efficient. He immediately went ahead after receiving instructions from Trevon.