Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 86

The sky was veiled in a haze, casting a grayish hue, while the Sullivan family blazed with lights, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.

Michael paced anxiously in the living room, sweat dripping down his forehead. Mia, in a fit of rage, swept everything off the coffee table, sending objects crashing to the floor. The once pristine living room now lay in disarray, with items strewn haphazardly in every corner.

Mia’s fiery temperament caught Michael off guard, but he quickly composed himself and said, “Mia, perhaps you should reach out to Mr. Wilson. Your name is plastered all over the internet in these news articles, and it’s detrimental to your future. You’ve worked tirelessly to build a reputation during your years abroad, and we can’t let it crumble now.”

Mia was well aware of the gravity of the situation. She couldn’t afford to be affected by it. Years of relentless effort would be

in vain

Her opportunity to pursue dance overseas had been orchestrated by Henry, who had paved the way for her to achieve remarkable success and garner numerous awards. The reasons behind her accomplishments were known to those in the

know.

Michael would never have attained such a position based solely on his abilities.

It was thanks to the unwavering favor of Henry that she had received preferential treatment. She had even taken the initiative to secretly study psychology, gaining insight into Henry’s mind and winning his heart. In the presence of Henry, when he was still alive, Mia had tearfully appealed to him, confessing her growing affection for Trevon. However, Trevon, being aloof and unapproachable, did not allow anyone to get close to him. Mia hoped that Henry would intervene and play. the role of matchmaker.

Unable to resist Mia’s persistent charms, Henry eventually yielded to her pleas and reluctantly approached Trevon.

Mia vividly remembered the day when Henry invited Trevon to their home for dinner, although Hackett was also present.

Henry displayed exceptional warmth during the meal, although he seemed slightly embarrassed as he ventured, “Trevon, you must be around 20 years old now, am I correct?”

Trevon, lacking emotional intelligence, didn’t catch the insinuation. But Hackett, who had experienced an early romance, laughed and remarked, “Henry, are you playing matchmaker for Trevon? Are you aspiring to be a professional matchmaker?”

Henry sternly shot Hackett, Tm merely considering that Trevon is of a suitable age to start dating. Don’t think I don’t know about your multiple girlfriends, changing them like socks.”

Hackett, quick with his words, quipped back, “Well, why not let him have a taste of the dating scene? Maybe he’ll find the perfect granddaughter-in-law for you”

Henry couldn’t be bothered by Hackett’s banter and focused on Trevon’s face. The young and reserved Trevon, catching the intense scrutiny, finally grasped the underlying meaning.

With polite manners, Trevon responded, “Mr. Blackwell, I haven’t considered pursuing a romantic relationship at this time.”

Hackett, chewing on his food, couldn’t help but chuckle at Trevon’s reply, fully anticipating it.

anxious, her fingers curling and tightly gripping

to intervene.

sincere fondness for Trevon. With a blend of resignation and honesty, he expressed, “Trevon, finish your meal first. Afterward, join me for a few rounds of chess. And Hackett, I’d like you to

on sending him out when plenty of drivers and

consequences of defying family authority,

casting enamored glances at

discovered Henry’s earnest plea to Trevon. He had asked Trevon to give a relationship with Mia

perspective. He knew that it would be hard to

already mentioned breaking up multiple times. However, Mia vehemently refused and even

to join the military that no amount of persuasion from

Michael advised her to leave Trevon, warning her that joining the military would mean Max

a bleak

took their

achieving anything substantial. Even if Theo and Henry had such intentions,

events, Mia couldn’t help but harbor

that joining the military would end his prospects and that he would never achieve anything significant. Michael had convinced her that even if Trevon returned, he would never rise to a

Mia’s anger as she glared at Michael, her face twisted with a malevolent expression. “It’s all because of you. Things wouldn’t

by the arrangements made by Henry. Michael also recalled that Mr. Wilson had mentioned the possibility of breaking up, and Mia had shed countless tears. Mia stubbornly refused to accept the inevitable, while Mr. Wilson

distant and aloof

You cannot guarantee that over all those years. Trevon wouldn’t have eventually initiated a breakup. Even with Henry’s

Fuming angrily, she snatched her bag and stormed out of the Sullivan family, her high heels echoing with frustration as

likely knew she wasn’t indeed the Blackwell family’s biological

then, she couldn’t help but think of one person in particular. Determined, she decided to pay a visit to

toward the Wilson Group building.

tall and commanding in one of Athana’s most prestigious locations. The towering floors gave the impression that they could penetrate

meticulously applied her makeup, donned a limited-edition suit, and strutted high heels. She stood confidently before the Wilson Group building with a designer handbag dangling from her wrist and her chestnut curls cascading down. her back. A mischievous smile played on her

In three years, Mr. Wilson had undeniably propelled the company to a new echelon, just as the rumors had whispered. With a self-assured stride, Mia stepped

met Mia’s request with a perplexed expression. Another infatuated individual determined to confront the CEO in the early hours of the day. Flashing a polite smile, she inquired, “May

darkened at the mention of an appointment. “Do I look like someone who needs an appointment? Just tell Jim to come down here.”

she disliked her demeanor. “I’m sorry, but I can’t grant you access without an appointment. If you know Mr. Hawk, kindly reach out to him personally. Only if Mr. Hawk insists on your

in the morning, grew even more angry at being underestimated by the receptionist. “And what’s your

straightened her back, showing no sign of fear.

each word precisely, “Very well, Stella, I’ll remember you. Just wait and see. With that,