Turning Of The Tide

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, I 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 I like. You can leave after you’re done packing. There’s no need for you to stay behind.”

The assistant nodded, “Okay, okay, I understand. Don’t worry; I 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. I 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.

if they did not win it. They would have more say if they won the bid, It would be icing on the cake. Many

it was not

I’ll go up with you.

“Okay,” Trevon relented.

designated room, Jim stood

after a while, but there was no one. Jim poked his head in

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

meant there was

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

sat on a sofa, and called out, “Mr. Sullivan, what is this all about?” The room was

was still

think Michael Sullivan had the guts to

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

man in her arms did not react. “Let go of

She tried to kiss Trevon’s neck and cheeks, but he quickly dodged her. Her lips landed on his collar.

He closed them and said slowly, “If

to your old man

stared at Trevon before her and smiled, reluctantly letting go of

push her luck. Trevon was clearly impatient and irritated. If she provoked

the sofa and sat opposite Trevon. She behaved herself and swayed her legs

lit it. He blew the smoke rings at Mia’s face.

said unhurriedly, “Where’s the

I’ll give it to you later. I promise that I’ll help you get what you want. That piece of land will

cigarette ash between his fingers and said leisurely, “No, I

Mia wanted. He knew

Are you still brooding over the past? I admit I was insensible then when you insisted

after finishing his cigarette and tidied his suit. He turned to Mia and said, “I don’t want it if you trade

and firm waist to stop him. “I really love you, Trevon. Forgive me. Let’s start over again, okay?

pried open her fingers forcefully and threw her onto the sofa before striding

of the room.

indignant lying on the sofa; her eyes filled with

Jim saw his boss storming out and

he was obviously furious. “Call Michael Sullivan and tell him that he missed his last chance. He’s on his

sir.” Jim knew fully well what Trevon meant by last

to Adare Manor moments after

a physical relationship, Natalie