Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 53

Halfway through the meal, the private room door swung open.

In walked a joyous Hackett Blackwell with a bottle of wine. "Why didn't you tell me you are back, Edward? Look, I've brought you wine, bro. How's that for a good friend, huh?"

He then placed a bottle of wine worth 140,000 dollars on the table.

Hackett pulled over a stool and opened the wine to have a drink with Edward Landor.

Meanwhile, Edward placed the peeled prawns on the lazy Susan and turned it to Natalie. Then he slowly removed his disposal plastic gloves.

Hackett was surprised to see Natalie and blurted, "Nat–" Then he realized she was Trevon Wilson's secret wife. "Oh, Miss Foster, I didn't expect to see you here," he said awkwardly.

On the contrary, Natalie was not surprised to see him. "Hmm, do you need some cutlery, Mr. Blackwell?" she asked. Hackett and Trevon were in the same social circle, after all.

On the other hand, Edward was curious how Natalie knew Hackett in the first place. "You two know each other?" he said.

They did not share the same social circles to his knowledge.

Did he miss something in the past three years while overseas? Edward wondered.

Edward then turned his gaze to his sister, Sherri; he looked at her intently.

Sherri was shocked by her brother's stare. She was speechless, not knowing whether to continue with her meal or stop eating altogether.

Sherri quickly cleared her throat. "Ahem, well, we met Mr. Blackwell by chance. Yes, by chance. Mr. Blackwell, isn't that right?" she fumbled, trying to explain.

Then she lowered her eyes, trying to keep a low profile. She glared at Hackett from the corner of her eyes, signaling that he would die a painful death if he did not keep his mouth shut.

Hackett kept his eyes glued to the food in front of Natalie. Was Edward cuckolded? he wondered.

Natalie quickly shared half of her food with Sherri.

Edward had given her so much food that she could not finish alone.

Hackett realized that a juicy gossip just landed on his lap. He had to hurry back to his private room to deliver the intelligence. The matter seemed to have gotten out of hand.

"There's no need for any cutlery," said Hackett. "I have a prior engagement. We shall meet again soon, Mr. Landor. Keep the wine for now." He then left in a hurry.

Edward did not stop Hackett from leaving. Today's gathering was with his friends; he preferred not to have any outsiders.

"What a crazy bugger! Don't mix with such people, Edward," Sherri muttered.

"Tell me, how did you meet him?" Edward hounded her for an answer.

Meanwhile, Hackett returned to the other private room hurriedly. He saw Mia Blackwell pouring a glass of wine for Trevon Wilson while drinking like a fish herself.

She leaned against Trevon lazily, looking half-drunk.

Although they were less than an inch away from each other up close, it looked like they were snuggling up from afar.

Hackett signaled Frank Roberts to find out what happened in his absence. He had only stepped out for a while. When did Mia and Trevon start drinking?

Frank raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "How would I know? why don't you ask him?"

Hackett held back his words, yet he was dying to share the juicy gossip. He took out his cell phone and texted Frank instead.

Ding! Frank heard the ping but he did not care or want to read it.

Hackett became impatient and reminded him there was a text notification.

"Yeah, I know," Frank replied coldly.

Still, he had no intention of reading the message.

Hackett took a deep breath. "See if there's anything important, dude."

Frank looked at him as if he was an idiot. Hackett blinked, gesturing him to read the message. The latter had no choice but to look at his cell phone.