Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

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.

Meanwhule. 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 Hacken 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.

Hackert 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.

that a juicy gossip just landed on his lap. He had to hurry back to his private room to deliver the

“I have a prior engagement. We shall meet again soon, Mr. Landor.

leaving. Today’s gathering was with his friends;

a crazy bugger! Don’t mix with such

me, how did you meet him?” Edward

He saw Mia Blackwell pouring a glass of wine for Trevon Wilson while drinking like

leaned against Trevon lazily, looking half-drunk

away from each other up close, it looked like

happened in his absence. He had only stepped out for a while. When did Mia

raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “How would I

dying to share the juicy gossip. He took out his

but he did not care

became impatient and reminded him

Frank replied coldly.

no intention

“See if

an idiot. Hackett blinked, gesturing him to read the message. The latter

but he bit on it in time. The message read like a short essay I saw Natalie dung with Edward and Sherri Landor next door-no big deal. But Edward served her like a queen. Don’t look like a casual relationship to me Natalie may be innocent, but Edward may feel otherwise. Do you think she’s cheating on Trevon?” Frank finished reading patiently. The corners of his mouth curled into a slight smile. Then he looked at the two lovebirds. snuggling together and replied, “Double cheating! Ha!”

Natalie cheated on each other. Wow!

their meal and were about

lugged the luggage while Natalie had an armful of her

door and bumped into

his gaze on the long black down jacket Edward held which belonged to Natalie.

greeting Edward. “Hey, Mr. Landor. Are you about to

Mr. Wilson; long time no see. What a coincidence that you’re here too.” Edward greeted

head. She would not have come here for dinner if she had known earlier. What kind of social faux pas was this? Trevon Wilson’s secret wife

pleasantries with Trevon, Sherri quietly bumped Natalie’s arm and signaled her to

with question marks

chin toward Trevon and gestured Natalie

down jacket leaning against him; her face was red from drinking. Hackett supported her along. fearing she

as if she was spiked. She had thought Trevon was working hard