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.

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

was not the whole truth.

Wilson, I’ll go up with you. I can wait outside.”

“Okay,” Trevon relented.

stood beside Trevon and knocked

poked his head in

suites. The door switch was

meant there was someone

the door closed automatically, leaving Jim

out, “Mr. Sullivan, what is this all about?” The room

was still

think Michael Sullivan had the guts to

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. I miss you

not react. “Let go of me,” he

Trevon’s neck and cheeks, but he quickly dodged her. Her

trace of anger that was about to explode. He closed them and said slowly, “If you don’t want to lose what you

your old man anymore. Don’t challenge my limits,”

was not angry. She stared at Trevon before her and smiled, reluctantly letting

not push her luck. Trevon was clearly impatient and irritated. If she provoked him further, it would backfire, and she would be in

sofa and sat opposite Trevon. She behaved herself and swayed

He blew the smoke rings at Mia’s face. She

a few puffs, he said unhurriedly,

I promise that I’ll help you

cigarette ash between his fingers and said leisurely, “No, I can’t give you what you want, Forget about your

knew it since

I admit I 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

his suit. He turned to Mia and said, “I don’t want

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

not respond. Then he pried open her fingers

of the room.

lying on the sofa; her eyes filled

at the door, Jim saw his boss storming

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

what Trevon meant by last

to Adare Manor moments after

a physical relationship, Natalie was embarrassed