Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 87

The secretary escorted her into a spacious conference room spanning several hundred square meters, a size that would typically be considered a suite in an average household However, within the premises of the Wilson Group, it was simply a

conference room.

This only intensifed Mia’s determination to win back Trevon’s affection.

As time ticked on and half an hour passed without any sign of Trevon, Mia’s patience wore thin. The two glasses of water she had consumed only added to her restlessness, causing her to fidget in her seat

The urge to use the restroom became overwhelining, prompting her to grab her bag and locate the nearest facility. While attending to her needs, she couldn’t help but overhear discussions and the sound of running water outside the restroom door. “Did you happen to catch the news today?”

“Yes, I did. It’s disheartening to witness such distasteful trending topics early in the morning

Oblivious to the fact that they were discussing her, Mia reached for a tissue to clean herself up

The conversation between the two individuals became increasingly animated. “I must say, the girl from the Blackwell family is utterly revolting. She was born with the Sullivan surname but insisted on adopting the Blackwell surname. It’s the epitome of deception, a glaring display of hypocrisy. If I had to find a single word to describe her, it would be a fake heiress.”

The other person nodded in agreement. I find her behavior repulsive. Can you believe she’s so ashamed of her lineage? Instead of embracing it, she goes to the extent of changing her name and pretending to be someone she’s not. Honestly, why doesn’t she go abroad and undergo a sex reassignment surgery, transforming herself into a man to fulfill her delusion of becoming the rightful heir of the Blackwell family?”

“Indeed, your words hold great wisdom. I daresay she lacks the astuteness you possess.”

The room filled with laughter as the two individuals remained oblivious to the mounting tension in one of the restroom stalls. Inside, Mia Blackwell gripped her bag tightly, her veins pulsating with anger, and crumpled tissue clutched firmly in her hand.

With lightning speed, Mia pulled up her pants and stormed out of the stall, her fury palpable.

Smack Smack! The sharp echoes of two slaps reverberated through the empty restroom.

Caught off guard, the two individuals stood there momentarily stunned, struggling to process the sudden turn of events. But as reality sunk in, they wasted no time in retaliating Cursing vehemently, they lunged toward Mia, and within seconds, all three of them were entangled in a chaotic brawl.

Nobody took kindly to bring slapped across the face.

Amidst the tumult, one of them managed to speak amid the frenzy. “What the hell is wrong with you? Did I do something to deserve this?”

Mia, her refined image completely shattered, stormed into the premises of the Wilson Group with a contorted face filled with anger With a firm grip on one of the women’s hair, she forcefully pulled and yanked, causing the woman to cry out in pain. Mia’s eyes blazed with deep-seated hatred as she exclaimed, “I am Miss Mia from the Blackwell family! What’s wrong with me slapping you? You dared to speak ill of me, and now you’re paying the price!” With each word, she ruthlessly banged the woman’s head.

to confront its subject in person, stood in a momentary daze. However, the searing pain on their faces snapped them back to reality. Initially feeling somewhat guilty for their behind-the-scenes remarks, any trace of remorse vanished as they

resentment.

in pain, Mia channeled every ounce of her fury and unleashed a relentless

retorted, “What’s the matter, Miss Mia? Can’t handle the truth? You’re the one with a twisted sense of morality, parading around like a saint while engaging in questionable behavior. And who’s to say you’re even a legitimate member of the

three women swiftly found themselves entangled in a fierce physical altercation. The escalating commotion attracted the attention of

Soon enough,

to contain a smile. In her current chaotic state,

and her once flawless makeup now resembled the garish palette of a clown

Wilson Group, Jim knew he had to maintain a composed facade, despite the amusement bubbling up inside him He suppressed his laughter, ensuring it remained hidden deep within, wary of allowing the employees to

other two wouldn’t easily back down. They

observed the situation without immediate action, his secretary grew anxious and urged him, “Mr. Hawk, shouldn’t we step in and separate them? If

furious gaze toward Jim and exclaimed, “Jim, for God’s sake, get

tinge of disdain toward Mia, thinking to himself that even Mrs. Wilson herself wouldn’t address him so impolitely. She always referred to him as Mr. Hawk

of contempt toward Mia, he directed the others to separate the three individuals.

apart, all three wore grim expressions, their hair disheveled, and their faces and necks marked with visible signs of the altercation. Their appearances were untidy, revealing

you forgotten all the company’s rules and training on etiquette? A woman involved in a brawl at the workplace, acting like at common street scrapper? You’ve tarnished the reputation of the Wilson Group. Now, quickly clean yourselves up and prepare to leave. If

getaway. But just as they were about to escape, Mia intercepted them with an outstretched arm. It was as if she felt that Jim had just made a sly remark at her expense, and she couldn’t let herself be treated

she was Trevon’s former girlfriend. She couldn’t allow herself

being scolded, they quickly understood. the consequences of their actions and had no intention of stirring

the reasons was that he

a shrill and cold voice resonated through the air, “How long do you plan to keep up this performance Aren’t you ashamed of yourselves? Is the Wilson Group paying you to put on a show?”

to their workstations, burying themselves in their tasks.

two employees trapped inside the restroom lowered their heads, afraid to meet

an aura of icy detachment, he spoke

your way back?”

to make

employees, brimming with determination, managed to free themselves

foot stomp. “Trevon, they’ve been bullying me, and you just stood there doing nothing! How could you let them get

the sound of her voice. Mrs. Wilson’s melodramatic demeanor was starting

nerves.

at Mia, her appearance disheveled and lacking poise, he surveyed