Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 64

Trevon Wilson was at his office the following morning.

He left bright and early for work and sat behind his desk in a foul mood with a vicious look on his face.

Trevon's face was sour as if the world owed him a living.

Those in the Secretary department had to tiptoe around him for the rest of the day to avoid getting on his wrong side.

There was a knock on the door moments later.

Jim Hawk led a middle-aged man into Trevon's office. It was Michael Sullivan. He smiled with a stack of documents in his hand.

He greeted Trevon respectfully. "Mr. Wilson, I'm really sorry. My daughter was behaving like a spoilt brat last night. Look, this is the contract. I've already signed it. I hope you won't hold it against me." Trevon did not respond immediately. Michael stood trembling; a chill ran down his spine.

Michael did not sleep a wink last night after receiving Jim's call. He rushed to the hotel to check on Mia Blackwell and found out that she had failed to reconcile with Trevon.

She even angered him in the end.

Michael had earlier given in to his daughter's instigation because she was confident and hopeful. He wanted Trevon Wilson to be his son-in-law just as much so that he could do whatever he wanted in Athana after Trevon married Mia.

After Michael's family name, Mia Blackwell was previously known as Mia Sullivan. Michael used to frequent his sister's house to borrow money from her; his sister was Hackett Blackwell's mother. Fortunately, Henry, the patriarch of the Blackwell family, took a fancy to Mia and took her in as his granddaughter. Therefore, Mia changed her name to Mia Blackwell.

Mia had played her cards well since she was young. The Blackwell family had no daughter, only one heir, Hackett. Therefore, Mia became Henry's favorite granddaughter.

He also helped Michael Sullivan set up a foreign trade company. Therefore, Michael had endless resources when Henry Blackwell was alive. However, the Sullivan family declined steadily after the elderly man passed away, and resources became scarce.

Michael's brother-in-law did not help him, and Hackett, his nephew, was even more infuriating. He was disrespectful and did not take him seriously.

Michael initially intended to suppress Trevon with the land deal so he could get back together with his daughter. However, it backfired miserably.

Trevon did not take the contract on the table. "Mr. Sullivan, do you understand the meaning of a last chance,"

Michael quickly nodded. "Yes, yes. I do."

Trevon toyed with his lighter. The clicking sound made Michael tremble; he burst into a cold sweat.

"Mr. Sullivan, are you feeling hot? Do you want to go outside to cool down?"

"No, no. I've put on too many layers. I'm at your service, Mr. Wilson." Michael stood there trembling with his head lowered.

"I'll only say this once. First of all, I've already fulfilled Henry Blackwell's wishes. Next, I hope you will discipline your daughter. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite. The land will be transferred at a price I said. Do you have any objections?" Trevon said calmly but with a threatening undertone.

"No, no. have no objections. I'll tell my daughter to behave when I get back."

Trevon signed the contract after Michael left and handed it to Jim Hawk. "Which are the companies competing with us?" he asked.

Jim thought for a moment and replied, "Landor Group. The others are all small companies. At most, they want a share of the profits. They will definitely withdraw now that we are involved." Trevon had expected Landor Group to have a go at it.

The group's portfolio was similar to the Wilson Group's over the years. They remained competitive against each other.

Jim'paused momentarily and continued, "There's another one, Mr. Wilson. I don't have any information at the moment. Tknow bidder's surname is Turner, and he's not from Athana."

Trevon stopped spinning his lighter abruptly. "He's not from Athana?"

"That's right, but those who want to get involved in this project should be financially compatible with us."

"Check on their background. Ask Frank Roberts to come over if you can't find anything"

"Okay."

"By the way, what's the progress of the matter I told you to investigate?" Trevon asked.

"I have some information. Are we going to tell Mrs. Wilson?" Jim asked.

Trevon thought for a moment and said, "Finish your investigation. Don't reveal it to her yet. Keep your mouth shut and your hands to yourself!"

He had only texted Natalie once or twice. Why did Trevon tell him to keep his hands off her? Jim wondered.

Natalie woke up at noon. She left early for the hospital on her beloved motorbike after lunch.

She had an agenda.

Natalie parked her motorbike and headed to the director's office.

She tightened her grip on her pocket and said, "Chief, I plan to go overseas."

The department director beamed with joy. She was worried that Natalie would turn down the offer.

It was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"Great. That's a good decision. We, women, have to think more about ourselves. What else is better than having our own career? Come and fill in the form first. This way, your grandfather will rest in peace." Natalie was about to sign; she looked up and stared at the director for a few seconds. "Do you know my grandfather?" she asked curiously.

The director turned around to pour some water to avoid Natalie's gaze, fearing she might let the secret slip. "I don't know your grandfather. I only found out about him when Sherri complained about you being in a bad mood some time ago. She said that your grandfather had passed away. Hurry up and sign it. What are you waiting for?"

So, that was the reason, Why did she suspect the director might know her grandfather? With this thought, Natalie signed the application form.

The director secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Natalie felt much better after completing her mission for the day. Leaving might be the best choice for her, after all.

It was a good decision; Natalie was glad.

She took out her cell phone and texted Sherri. "I just signed the application to go overseas. I think it's good to leave after the divorce. Maybe my career will take off after my marriage fails. I have to seize this opportunity!"

Natalie put the cell phone back in her pocket.

Meanwhile, Sherri was

as still asleep soundly. She would only wake up around two in the afternoon. She was used to eating breakfast and lunch as one meal and rarely woke up for breakfast all year round.

Juana Landor was in the living room. She glanced at the clock; it was almost two, and her daughter was still in bed. Juana could not stand it anymore. She put aside her snack and switched off the TV before storming up the stairs to knock on Sherri's bedroom door. "Rise and shine, Sherri! The sun will set soon if you don't get up!"

The knocking on the door annoyed Sherri so much that she burrowed into the blanket. Juana kept knocking. "Ahhhhhh!" Sherri finally got up impatiently. She pulled the blanket closer and scratched her hair into a bird's nest.

She looked like a lunatic in a mental hospital.

Sherri shouted at the door, "Got it. Stop knocking. I'm having a heart attack."

Juana did not see Sherri open the door. She did not give up and shouted, "Get up quickly and go out with me!"

Sherri lost her desire to fight back after her mother's relentless knocks on the door. She got out of bed and opened the door. "Mother, what are you doing so early in the morning? Where do you want to go and play?"

"Play? Pfft, I'm your mother, for crying out loud! It's already afternoon, not early in the morning! Are you sleepwalking? Hurry up! I'm going to see a friend today. Come with me."

Sherri crawled back onto the bed and said weakly, "Mom, let the driver send you there. Or else ask Edward to accompany you. I have to work a long shift tonight. Please spare me! Dear Mom, pretty please! I'm indebted to you forever!"

Juana walked over and slapped her butt. "Get up! I'm the one indebted to you, okay?"

Juana had no intention of letting her daughter off. She pulled Shern up and pushed her into the bathroom. "Put on a pretty dress and not too much makeup. Just some blusher will do. No revealing clothes, please, and wear that white down jacket. Look tidy and not ostentatious. Forget about the smokey eye look, you hear?"

Sherri's mouth was full of foam while brushing her teeth, and her words were unclear. "Where are you taking me? A beauty pageant or a chastity contest?"

Chastity was definitely not possible. She was no longer a virgin after sleeping with Hackett, the pig.

Juana said with disdain, "Just brush your teeth and hurry up! I'll give you 30 minutes to get ready. If you're not done, I'll tell your brother tonight. Don't make me angry!"

Sherri continued to brush her teeth; she was speechless. "Can you stop being so wicked? You must have watched too many TV dramas," she thought angrily.

Did her mother have to be so cruel to her? Sherri could not figure it out.

Giving in to her mother's relentless nag, Sherri quickly washed up and put on her clothes. It only took her 20 minutes to get ready. Juana continued to watch her TV drama while waiting for Sherri. When she finally saw his daughter descending the stairs, she nodded in satisfaction. Everything looked good except for her unruly mouth. Sherri could still pretend to be a lady if she kept her mouth shut.

"Are you satisfied? Can you tell me where we are going now?" Sherri asked.

"You'll know when we get there. You are so full of nonsense! When we meet my friend, stop talking rubbish and pay attention to your image. If you embarrass me in public, I'll make Edward deal with you." Juana threatened.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Are we leaving or not?"