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.

them, Mia grew increasingly anxious, her fingers curling and tightly gripping her pants,

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 run an errand once you’re done

though he couldn’t help but wonder why his grandfather insisted on sending him out when plenty of drivers and servants were available. It was evident that his grandfather

of defying

enamored glances

Trevon. He had asked Trevon to give a relationship with Mia

perspective. He knew that it would be hard to shake her off thoroughly once a woman like Mia

up multiple times. However, Mia vehemently refused and

the year Trevon made up his mind to join the military

friends and Michael advised her to leave Trevon, warning her that joining the military would

company and a bleak future

their advice to

that Max would be such a disappointment, incapable of achieving anything substantial. Even if Theo and Henry had such intentions,

Mia couldn’t help but

had persistently urged her to end her relationship with Trevon, claiming 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

with a malevolent expression. “It’s all because of you. Things wouldn’t have ended like this if you hadn’t

was easily swayed by the arrangements made by Henry. Michael also recalled that Mr. Wilson had

distant and aloof

those years. Trevon wouldn’t have

and stormed out of the Sullivan family, her high heels echoing with frustration as

of Athana likely knew she wasn’t indeed the Blackwell family’s biological granddaughter.

by her side throughout the ordeal. And then, she couldn’t help but think of one person in particular. Determined, she decided to pay a visit to the Wilson

Wilson Group

of Athana’s most prestigious locations. The towering floors gave the impression that they could

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

to the Wilson Group, her first visit since Mr. Wilson assumed control of the company. The sight before her was astonishing. The previous incarnation of the Wilson Group had never reached such towering heights. In three years, Mr. Wilson had undeniably propelled the company to a new echelon, just as the rumors

poise, 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 I have your last name, Miss? I’ll check for any scheduled

“Do I look like someone

connection to the CEO, but she disliked her demeanor. “I’m sorry, but I can’t grant you access without an appointment. If you know Mr. Hawk,

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

her back, showing no sign of fear. “Hello,

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