Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 700

After putting the box of tampons in his office, Jim took the documents to Jasper's office. When he pushed the door open, Jasper was working with his head lowered.

When Jim handed the document in his hand to Jasper, he opened it and found that it was not a project he was in charge of. His emotions were very stable and his expression was as cold as usual. He asked calmly, "Did my father go out?"

His father had always been in charge of this project. Why was he suddenly asked to sign it?

Jim could always see Mr. Wilson from Jasper. After all, they were father and son. However, his emotions were much more stable than his father's. Jasper was not as fickle as Chameleon. He answered truthfully, "Mr. Wilson said that he won't come to the company for the next few days. You'll be in charge of everything."

Before Jasper could ask, Jim suddenly thought of a new word. "Mr. Wilson said that he went to repair the boat."

Repair the boat? In just a few seconds, Jasper seemed to understand where his father had gone. He nodded to indicate that he understood. Jim could tell from Jasper's expression that he knew where his father had gone.

Out of curiosity, Jim asked, "Do you know where Mr. Wilson went?"

Jasper was concise. There was no expression on his face. He did not stop his work. His voice was deep as he repeated simply, "Yes, repairing the boat."

Jim was once again rendered speechless by the two Mr. Wilsons. 'What was going on? What is the point of repairing the boat?'

In Lithern boxing gym, Trevon and Frank had already changed into casual clothes. The two of them leaned against the edge of the arena. One had his hands in his pockets, and the other had his arms crossed. They were both waiting for Hackett.

In the end, after waiting for 30 minutes, he still did not show up.

Frank smiled and raised his hand to look at the wristwatch that Ava had given him. "Good place. Everything is ready."

Trevon also smiled and waited patiently. He had never waited for someone for so long. He had no complaints only when waiting for Natalie and his daughter. But this time he showed great patience. He smiled. "We can't watch him bear it alone."

Upon hearing this, Frank felt that he had done his best as Jasper's uncle. When he married Ava, he had not been beaten up. Even Joseph had not even beaten him up. In the end, he had to be beaten up for his nephew's stupid choice of girlfriend. "Compared to you, I'm still relatively lucky. You have a tough body. You are born to get hit."

Trevon glanced at Frank. He knew it was an irony. Sure enough, in the next second, Frank spoke up again. "You're probably the luckiest father in the world. I bet no one would get beaten up when his son is chasing a girl. Good for you."

Frank's smile was annoying. Trevon could not be bothered with Frank's bitter words. "If Cyril finds a girl one day, please keep away no matter what happens."

When Hackett came in leisurely, he saw Frank grinning while Trevon's face was gloomy. He had been tense since he came in and looked very angry. He held a cigarette in his hand and flicked the ashes to the ground.

Of course, Frank noticed this detail. Normally, if Hackett were to throw the ashes on his expensive carpet, Frank would have directly kicked him. But he could only fake a smile and endure it at this moment.

This was exactly what Hackett wanted. He wanted to make Frank unable to vent his anger. It would be better if he was irritated to madness. The good uncle was still holding his breath. In short, Hackett would do whatever he was not allowed to do. His main focus was to go against Frank in anything.

Before the two of them could speak, Hackett threw the cigarette box to Trevon and signaled for him to smoke one. Frank took the cigarette box from Trevon's hand and tapped a cigarette with his index finger. "Go ahead. If you don't smoke today, one of us will die."

Trevon, who had quit smoking for years, raised his chin and took the cigarette from Frank's hand. He stuffed it into his mouth and Hackett threw a lighter at him.

In an instant, white smoke slowly ignited from the three chimneys, one after another. No one spoke until Trevon's chest felt stuffy and his mouth felt extremely uncomfortable. "Tell me, what can I do to appease your anger?"

Frank didn't say anything. He was invited as accompaniment. He smoked quietly as if he wasn't here to be beaten up but to watch a show.

After a while, Hackett put out the cigarette with his fingers. Gratitude was overflowing in Frank's heart when he saw this man did not pinch the cigarette directly on the carpet. 'Thank God. My carpet is safe.'

"Come on, who's the first to get beaten up?" Hackett was talking about getting beaten up, not fighting. This meant that he wanted to vent his anger.

Frank stood up straight and put out his cigarette. He stretched his waist and said, "Let me do it first. You have a more miserable future later. You should mentally prepare yourself first."

The second half of the sentence was directed at Trevon.

The three of them stood up. Trevon was standing below the stage. The three of them tacitly did not say that they would end the friendship.

The two people on stage were dressed in casual clothes. Frank glanced at the Hackett's aloof face. "What's your request? I'm not allowed to use my hands or I'll just let you beat me up."

Frank's words were quite insulting. In normal circumstances, Hackett could by no means beat one of them, but today he had to vent his anger and take revenge on the two assholes before. As long as he could see the damage on their faces, it didn't matter if the method was insulting or not.

Hackett smiled evilly and stared at Frank's eyes. He had already thought of where to punch first. Frank received his gaze and cursed in his heart. He smiled and said, "Why don't we pick up a new spot?"

If the wound was obvious, that would hurt Ava and Nona. Especially Nona, she may burst into tears.