Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 139

In a room in Lithern Club, Frank Roberts was sleeping. The club stayed open late last night, and he only went to bed in the early morning. Now he was abruptly awakened by a phone call.

Stretching his smooth arm, he groped around randomly but found nothing. Irritated, he opened his eyes and realized that his phone was at the bedside instead of under his pillow. No wonder he could not find it by feeling around.

Glancing at the caller displayed on the screen, he really did not feel like answering. But out of a sense of brotherhood, he reluctantly picked up the call on speakerphone and placed it on the pillow. With a closed-eyed and impatient tone, he said, ‘Speak

Hackett Blackwell did not feel like joking around today and got straight to the point. “Help me find out who did it.”

Frank sensed the seriousness in Hackett’s tone but could not resist expressing his annoyance at being awakened. “Don’t you know how to speak the language politely? Not even calling my name when you are asking me for help.”

As soon as Hackert heard the reply, he knew that Frank was still sleeping, he sighed. “Mia got hamstrung, and I want to know who did it to give my mom an explanation. My uncle just passed away, and now people are blaming Mr. Wilson for it. They’re adamant about it, waiting to turn the tables and seek revenge.”

On the other end, Frank laughed upon hearing this. He yawned, opened his eyes, and propped himself up with one side of his body. “Mia has changed her last name back. Aren’t you afraid of people saying that you guys are cold and heartless?”

“Is this the main point of our conversation now? When did you become so gossipy?”

Frank ignored his words and said directly, “It can’t be Mr. Wilson. He always leaves a name behind in his actions. This kind of sneaky thing is not his style. I will help you check on Edward Landor”

Hackett was a little puzzled. What does Edward have to do with the situation with Mia? They have nothing to do with each other. “Are you not awake or what? Why are you checking on him? You should investigate the wife of that sugar daddy.”

Frank wanted to criticize Hackett for his lack of using his brain. “If Mia did not fucking drug Sherri Landor, would you have been able to sleep with her?”

Hackett suddenly realized. “Why didn’t I think of that? So Edward knows about me and his sister.”

the phone. “How would I know? Am I your mom? I have

you ask?”

Frank had already hung up the phone, showing a bit of

hanging up, the headliner of Lithern Club, Lily called. Her voice sounded a little

my employee. We emphasize rarity in Lithern Club, so letting you go with them would

perspective of a boss. It was clear showing that he was

club. A group of second-generation rich heirs heard about how beautiful the headliner of Lithern Club was and wanted to take her out. The manager called Lily to ask for her

severely injured, and it was evident that Frank had been

she made the call, but she still wanted to express her thanks. “No matter from what perspective, I still want to thank you. You have been protecting me all these years, and without

had intended to sleep a little longer in the morning, but the phone kept ringing non-stop, disturbing his rest. “It’s your business how you like to understand it. Just remember one thing, we have a boss-employee relationship, and that’s all.

Lily’s nails dug into her palm, feeling no pain at all. “Understood. I have said that I will never leave Lithern Club or go out with any clients.”

and uncovered the sheets, revealing his bare upper body. Years of fitness and boxing had given him a mesmerizing and eye-catching physique, tanned skin, a solid chest, and particularly impressive chest muscles. The only

hour later, his lower body was wrapped in a white towel, water droplets still dripping from his body. He exuded a masculine aura from

he called Trevon Wilson. The call was quickly answered. “Where are you?”

the other side.

minute before Frank drove to the Wilson Group.

was greeted by the secretary team that could

their greetings. He pushed open the office door and saw a man with his legs propped up on the desk, leisurely smoking a cigarette. The thin smoke partially obscured his

on the sofa without any small talk. “Hackett asked me to investigate

resting on the table as he

visible dark circles under his eyes were

a sharp tongue, said, “Do you have to entertain the