Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 54 Trevon Wilson and Hackett Blackwell parked at the private parking lots in the basement.

Trevon moved away from Mia Blackwell the second before they entered the elevator, avoiding her like the plague Trevon's hands remamed in his pockets. He looked distant, his gaze filled with hostility and coldness.

Mia was half-sober, and her mood plummeted instantly, a far cry from the exhilaration she felt next to Trevon a moment ago.

Did he do that just to spike that woman? Mia wondered.

No, that was impossible. They just registered their marriage not so long ago.

Trevon must have done it for his ego so that woman knew who he really was. Yes, that must be it! Mia thought.

When she speculated, another surprise came along Trevon said in a deep and cold voice. “Send her back, Hackett.” Trevon rarely called out his name, only when he was in a severe mood or very angry.

“Okay,” said Hackett. Today was a little awkward for him. He had been around women all his adult life but had never encountered a situation where the secret wife vs. the ex-girlfriend. It was an eye-opener.

However, Mia did not want her brother to send her home. “Trevon, do you not bear to see me? Do you still want that piece of land?” Trevon's face turned malicious, and his eyes filled with disdain. ‘Are you threatening me. Mia? Do you think | can’t get this project without your father’s land?” Mia was so shocked that she shivered, she had been with Trevon for more than a year and knew him too well. He was outraged now.

She initially wanted to get back with him and took advantage of the opportunity to be close to him. Therefore, she was a little anxious.

Realizing her mistake, Mia quickly apologized. She held Trevon’s arm and said in a soft and demure voice, “I'm sorry. Trevon.

That's not what | meant. | just wanted to take your car. We haven't seen each other for so long. Can't we sit down and talk? | know | was in the wrong back then, but-" The elevator opened before she could finish her sentence. Trevon walked out of the elevator and headed to his car He did not want to listen to Mia's explanation whatsoever.

Trevon had driven himself today and did not bring his assistant, Jim Hawk.

He left in a blink of an eye, leaving behind a gust of exhaust fumes.

Hackett leaned against his car door with his legs crossed. He touched his lips and glanced at Mia, who was angrily stomping.

“Are you getting in or not? If not, take a cab back,” he said, tongue in cheek.

“Why weren't you on my side, brother? Don't you hope Trevon and me will get back together again?” Hackett looked cynical as he fiddled with his hair in the rearview mirror. “I'm not looking for a husband. Why should | care?” Just then, Frank Roberts sped past them in a Ferrari, messing up Hackett's neatly arranged hair with a blast of cold wind.

Hackett cursed behind him, “Fuck you!” Meanwhile, Trevon called Jim in his car. “Throw away the helmet,” he instructed bluntly.

Jim was dumbfounded when he received the call. “What? I've already packed the helmut, Mr. Wilson. I'm on my way sending it to Adare Manor.” “Throw it away! Trevon gritted his teeth and hung up without another word.

Jim was confused, wondering who the heck provoked Trevon Wilson again.

He recalled his boss leaving to discuss the land deal with the Blackwell family at noon today. Did the negotiation fall through? In any case, what did the land discussion have to do with the helmet? Did Mrs. Wilson provoke him? Jim wondered.

Did the project involve Mrs. Wilson? Jim recalled his boss had lunch with Frank Roberts today. The helmet was bought from the latter at a high price. Jim decided to call him to enquire about the truth of the matter. He did not wish to be blamed if Trevon changed his mind.

The helmet cost a whooping 20 million dollars, after all! He should err on the side of caution.

Jim then took out his cell phone and searched for Frank Robert's number. He pressed the dial button. “Hello, Mr. Roberts.

Sorry to bother you. Mr. Wilson told me to throw away the helmet just now, it's already wrapped for delivery. Is there a problem with it?” he asked curiously.

Frank sneered while driving. “Take the helmet to Lithern Club and leave it with me. There's no problem with the helmet but a problem with the person.” “Are you accusing Mr. Wilson of being the problem?” Jim thought.

Hence, Jum did not send the gift because it was not meant to be sent.

Meanwhile, Edward was with Sherri in the car on their way home. “Why isn’t Natalie staying at the family house?” he asked curiously.

Sherri did not hide the truth from her brother in the back seat. “She did not want to stay at home since her grandfather passed.

It's filled with childhood memories, and she didn’t wish to get trapped in the past. Natalie's grandfather also left his entire fortune to her. Uncle Harry asked Natalie to transfer the money to his name, but she refused. She didn't think he deserved it. The whole Foster family is a bunch of bloodsuckers, after all. Natalie fears Uncle Harry will constantly hound. after her at the residence and not leave the two faithful servants alone. Therefore, she decided to move out.” Sherri became all worked up as she related the story.

Edward did not expect that to be the reason. “Why didn’t you tell me about Mr. Foster's passing and the inheritance dispute Edward asked.

He could have helped Natalie with her problem. She did not have to carry everything on her shoulders.

“That's because-well, you know what Natale is like. She doesn't like to rely on us for everything. The girl is strong-willed! If we help her resolve the issues, she'll consider herself useless. It's wishful thinking for you to turn her into a demure young lady: Natalie is a tough girl and can’t be changed. Moreover, you're overseas and not available. Anyway, you won't be able to solve the problem even if | tell you. Sherri said truthfully.

Edward was rendered speechless.

Sherri almost let it slip that the Wilson family was Natalie's backer now. Fortunately, she did not spill the beans and held her tongue back in time.

She knew her brother would be angry if he learned that Natalie was married to Trevon. Moreover, Trevon was his family’s archrival in business.

Edward did not say another word. He closed his eyes and pretended to nap.

Meanwhile, Juana Landor waited restlessly at the family villa.

She had been on the lookout for her son's arrival like an anxious mother Richard Landor, her ambitious husband, wanted to expand lus business overseas and ruthlessly sent Edward away for the last two years to do so. She hated her husband's guts for that.

Juana vented her frustrations on Richard. The latter knew he was wrong and could only give in to her wishes, When she finally saw her beloved son, who had been away for two years, Juana’s eyes turned red, and tears flowed down her face.

Similarly, Edward felt an indescribable pain in his chest. He had only seen his mother on video chats in the last two years.

Edward decided to complete his overseas stint before returning home instead of going back and forth to disrupt his mission to expand the business. In that case, he could focus on his professional and personal life.

“You're finally back, my dear son. | missed you so much! Let me take a good look at you, Juana said excitedly.

Edward twirled one round before his mother to assure her he was fine and well. He held Juana’s shoulders tightly and said, “Mom, don’t worry. I'm fine; Look at me! Have you been taking care of yourself? You have lost weight!” Juana missed her son dearly while he was away. Edward was already 28 but still single and without a girlfriend. He must be very lonely overseas.

Such thoughts often woke her up in the middle of the night! Juana held her son's hand lovingly and said, “No way. I'm just keeping up with the times and staying fit. It's the lean look, as Sherri puts it.” Sherri, who had been ignored since she entered the house, was speechless. “When did | encourage you to lose weight, Mom? Don't listen to Mom's nonsense, bro. She's just missing you.” Edward wiped away his mother’s tears. “Don’t cry, Mom. I'm back now. Look, have | become more handsome?” he said jokingly.

“OMG]| A family that favors boys over girls. Poor me,” Sherri said sarcastically.

Juana glared at her. “You're surely not a deprived child, for crying out loud! You don’t even have a boyfriend at your age. Other than working like a dog day in and day out, what else have you done?” *Deliveries, of course. I'm busy welcoming new lives every day. What a meaningful profession! Don't tease me, Mom. I'm only 23 years old, and you want to marry me off. Look at Edward; he’s already 28 and still single. Why don’t you nag him instead? Double standard!” Sherri replied matter-of-factly. Then she began to look around for food on the coffee table.

In her opinion, obstetrics and gynecology was an honorable profession.

“You can show off when you deliver your own baby, Juana sneered.

“Are you itching for a good beating. Sherri dear?” Her mother and brother were ganging up on her! Sherri shut her mouth and pouted like a little girl.

It looked like her good days were coming to an end; her status in the family was worrying.

Her mother had to make up for the time she had lost to her brother for the past two years.

“Mom, | must go to work later to arrange tomorrow's meeting. Dad asked me to take over the company. I'll deal with that first.

Don't wait up for me tonight,” said Edward.

Juana was furious. “Don't listen to your father. He wants to enjoy his peace and be a hands-off boss. Let him work for a few more years. You've just returned. Take a rest first.” “Mom, I've already asked Kyle to arrange tomorrow's meeting. If | don’t show up, what will the staff think? Don’t worry about me; | promise to take good care of myself.” After Edward left, Juana stood by the door and stared at the back of the departing car.

Meanwhile, Sherri leisurely ate her orange on a sofa. She looked at her mother standing by the door and shook her head. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Mom has turned into a stone.” Juana turned around and rolled her eyes.

Sherri stood up and made a surrendering gesture. “As long as you're happy. | won't disturb you, Mom. I'm going upstairs.” “Oh, beauty sleep, here | come!” Sherri swiftly ran upstairs, fearing her mother would throw an orange at her.

Juana respected her children in front of others, but the mother and daughter were not always in perfect harmony at home. If they did not bicker with each other for a day, both would feel uneasy.