Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 54

Trevon Wilson and Hackett Blackwell parked at the private parking lots in the basement.

Trevon moved away from Mia Blackwell the second before they entered the elevator, avoiding her like the plague.

Trevon's hands remained in his pockets. He looked distant, his gaze filled with hostility and coldness.

Mia was half-sober, and her mood plummeted instantly, a far cry from the exhilaration she felt next to Trevon a moment ago.

Did he do that just to spike that woman? Mia wondered.

No, that was impossible. They just registered their marriage not so long ago.

Trevon must have done it for his ego so that woman knew who he really was. Yes, that must be it! Mia thought.

When she speculated, another surprise came along.

Trevon said in a deep and cold voice. "Send her back, Hackett."

Trevon rarely called out his name, only when he was in a severe mood or very angry.

"Okay," said Hackett. Today was a little awkward for him. He had been around women all his adult life but had never encountered a situation where the secret wife vs. the ex-girlfriend. It was an eye-opener.

However, Mia did not want her brother to send her home. "Trevon, do you not bear to see me? Do you still want that piece of land?"

Trevon's face turned malicious, and his eyes filled with disdain. "Are you threatening me, Mia? Do you think I can't get this project without your father's land?"

Mia was so shocked that she shivered; she had been with Trevon for more than a year and knew him too well. He was outraged now.

She initially wanted to get back with him and took advantage of the opportunity to be close to him. Therefore, she was a little anxious.

Realizing her mistake, Mia quickly apologized. She held Trevon's arm and said in a soft and demure voice, "I'm sorry, Trevon. That's not what I meant. I just wanted to take your car. We haven't seen each other for so long. Can't we sit down and talk? I know I was in the wrong back then, but–"

The elevator opened before she could finish her sentence. Trevon walked out of the elevator and headed to his car.

He did not want to listen to Mia's explanation whatsoever.

Trevon had driven himself today and did not bring his assistant, Jim Hawk.

He left in a blink of an eye, leaving behind a gust of exhaust fumes.

Hackett leaned against his car door with his legs crossed. He touched his lips and glanced at Mia, who was angrily stomping. "Are you getting in or not? If not, take a cab back," he said, tongue in cheek.

"Why weren't you on my side, brother? Don't you hope Trevon and me will get back together again?"

Hackett looked cynical as he fiddled with his hair in the rearview mirror. "I'm not looking for a husband. Why should I care?"

Just then, Frank Roberts sped past them in a Ferrari, messing up Hackett's neatly arranged hair with a blast of cold wind.

Hackett cursed behind him, "Fuck you!"

Meanwhile, Trevon called Jim in his car. "Throw away the helmet," he instructed bluntly.

Jim was dumbfounded when he received the call. "What? I've already packed the helmut, Mr. Wilson. I'm on my way sending it to Adare Manor."

"Throw it away!" Trevon gritted his teeth and hung up without another word.

Jim was confused, wondering who the heck provoked Trevon Wilson again.

He recalled his boss leaving to discuss the land deal with the Blackwell family at noon today. Did the negotiation fall through? In any case, what did the land discussion have to do with the helmet? Did Mrs. Wilson provoke him? Jim wondered.

Did the project involve Mrs. Wilson?

Jim recalled his boss had lunch with Frank Roberts today. The helmet was bought from the latter at a high price. Jim decided to call him to enquire about the truth of the matter. He did not wish to be blamed if Trevon changed his mind.

The helmet cost a whooping 20 million dollars, after all! He should err on the side of caution.

Jim then took out his cell phone and searched for Frank Robert's number. He pressed the dial button. "Hello, Mr. Roberts. Sorry to bother you. Mr. Wilson told me to throw away the helmet just now; it's already wrapped for delivery. Is there a problem with it?" he asked curiously.

Frank sneered while driving. "Take the helmet to Lithern Club and leave it with me. There's no problem with the helmet but a problem with the person."

"Are you accusing Mr. Wilson of being the problem?" Jim thought.

Hence, Jim did not send the gift because it was not meant to be sent.

Meanwhile, Edward was with Sherri in the car on their way home. "Why isn't Natalie staying at the family house?" he asked curiously.

Sherri did not hide the truth from her brother in the back seat. "She did not want to stay at home since her grandfather passed. It's filled with childhood memories, and she didn't wish to get trapped in the past. Natalie's grandfather also left his entire fortune to her. Uncle Harry asked Natalie to transfer the money to his name, but she refused. She didn't think he deserved it. The whole Foster family is a bunch of bloodsuckers, after all. Natalie fears Uncle Harry will constantly hound after her at the residence and not leave the two faithful servants alone. Therefore, she decided to move out." Sherri became all worked up as she related the story.