Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 87

The secretary escorted her into a spacious conference room spanning several hundred square meters, a size that would typically be considered a suite in an average household. However, within the premises of the Wilson Group, it was simply a conference room.

This only intensified Mia's determination to win back Trevon's affection.

As time ticked on and half an hour passed without any sign of Trevon, Mia's patience wore thin. The two glasses of water she had consumed only added to her restlessness, causing her to fidget in her seat.

The urge to use the restroom became overwhelming, prompting her to grab her bag and locate the nearest facility.

While attending to her needs, she couldn't help but overhear discussions and the sound of running water outside the restroom door. "Did you happen to catch the news today?"

"Yes, I did. It's disheartening to witness such distasteful trending topics early in the morning."

Oblivious to the fact that they were discussing her, Mia reached for a tissue to clean herself up.

The conversation between the two individuals became increasingly animated. "I must say, the girl from the Blackwell family is utterly revolting. She was born with the Sullivan surname but insisted on adopting the Blackwell surname. It's the epitome of deception, a glaring display of hypocrisy. If I had to find a single word to describe her, it would be a fake heiress."

The other person nodded in agreement. "I find her behavior repulsive. Can you believe she's so ashamed of her lineage? Instead of embracing it, she goes to the extent of changing her name and pretending to be someone she's not. Honestly, why doesn't she go abroad and undergo a sex reassignment surgery, transforming herself into a man to fulfill her delusion of becoming the rightful heir of the Blackwell family?"

"Indeed, your words hold great wisdom. I daresay she lacks the astuteness you possess."

The room filled with laughter as the two individuals remained oblivious to the mounting tension in one of the restroom stalls. Inside, Mia Blackwell gripped her bag tightly, her veins pulsating with anger, and crumpled tissue clutched firmly in her hand.

With lightning speed, Mia pulled up her pants and stormed out of the stall, her fury palpable.

Smack... Smack! The sharp echoes of two slaps reverberated through the empty restroom.

Caught off guard, the two individuals stood there momentarily stunned, struggling to process the sudden turn of events. But as reality sunk in, they wasted no time in retaliating. Cursing vehemently, they lunged toward Mia, and within seconds, all three of them were entangled in a chaotic brawl.

Nobody took kindly to being slapped across the face.

Amidst the tumult, one of them managed to speak amid the frenzy. "What the hell is wrong with you? Did I do something to deserve this?"

Mia, her refined image completely shattered, stormed into the premises of the Wilson Group with a contorted face filled with anger. With a firm grip on one of the women's hair, she forcefully pulled and yanked, causing the woman to cry out in pain. Mia's eyes blazed with deep-seated hatred as she exclaimed, "I am Miss Mia from the Blackwell family! What's wrong with me slapping you? You dared to speak ill of me, and now you're paying the price!" With each word, she ruthlessly banged the woman's head.

The two women, who never expected their casual gossip to confront its subject in person, stood in a momentary daze.

However, the searing pain on their faces snapped them back to reality. Initially feeling somewhat guilty for their behind-the-scenes remarks, any trace of remorse vanished as they experienced Mia's forceful slaps. The pain fueled their resentment.

With her face throbbing in pain, Mia channeled every ounce of her fury and unleashed a relentless assault, striking with an unyielding force.

Using all her strength, the other woman managed to break free from Mia's grasp and confronted her without flinching. Her voice dripped with contempt as she retorted, "What's the matter, Miss Mia? Can't handle the truth? You're the one with a twisted sense of morality, parading around like a saint while engaging in questionable behavior. And who's to say you're even a legitimate member of the Blackwell family? You're shameless and lacking any sense of decency."

The cutting remark had successfully ignited a fire within Mia, and the three women swiftly found themselves entangled in a fierce physical altercation. The escalating commotion attracted the attention of other employees, prompting someone to report the incident to Jim.

Soon enough,

Jim hurried to the scene, and upon taking in the sight before him, he struggled to contain a smile. In her current chaotic state, Mia resembled nothing more than a typical street fighter.

Her hair was wild and unruly, her lipstick smudged and askew, and her once flawless makeup now resembled the garish palette of a clown.

As a leader within the Wilson Group, Jim knew he had to maintain a composed facade, despite the amusement bubbling up inside him. He suppressed his laughter, ensuring it remained hidden deep within, wary of allowing the employees to catch a glimpse of his entertained expression.

Jim didn't immediately rush to separate the three individuals, knowing the other two wouldn't easily back down. They had personalities similar to Mia's, capable of holding their own in a fight.

As Jim observed the situation without immediate action, his secretary grew anxious and urged him, "Mr. Hawk, shouldn't we step in and separate them? If this continues, things could escalate, resulting in a serious incident."

Upon hearing the plea, Mia turned her furious gaze toward Jim and exclaimed, "Jim, for God's sake, get these two lunatics away from me!" Her scalp felt as though it was being torn apart.

Finally prompted into action, Jim, though displeased, began separating the three individuals. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of disdain toward Mia, thinking to himself that even Mrs. Wilson herself wouldn't address him so impolitely. She always referred to him as Mr. Hawk with the utmost courtesy. There must be a reason why he couldn't live up to the standards of Mrs. Wilson.

Experiencing a brief moment of contempt toward Mia, he directed the others to separate the three individuals.

As they were pulled apart, all three wore grim expressions, their hair disheveled, and their faces and necks marked with visible signs of the altercation. Their appearances were untidy, revealing the aftermath of the intense scuffle.