Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 63

Meanwhile, in a suite at the Grand Manor Hotel.

A woman in a low-cut red strapless dress stood before the mirror while fiddling with it. The hem of the dress only reached below her hips. A slightly exaggerated movement would reveal what was underneath.

“Miss Blackwell, you have such a good figure! It’s a dancer’s figure, for sure. It’s the show’s honor to have invited you as a judge,” her brown-noser assistant praised her.

Mia Blackwell smiled in satisfaction; she said coquettishly, “Don’t embarrass me with such praises in public. There are better dancers than me. I’m just helping out. I’m happy to contribute to the show.”

The assistant continued to sing praises. “Miss Blackwell, I think you are the prettiest woman in the entire show.”

Mia signaled her assistant to bring over the perfume from the washbasin. The assistant handed her the perfume and continued, “You look so beautiful in that dress, Miss Blackwell. Do you have a date tonight?”

Mia could not hold back her excitement and smiled. “Yes, I’m waiting for someone I like. You can leave after you’re done packing. There’s no need for you to stay behind.”

The assistant nodded, “Okay, okay, I understand. Don’t worry; I won’t disturb you, Miss Blackwell” She covered her mouth to hide

her reaction.

“What are you thinking about? We, uh, we’re just discussing a collaboration. Don’t overthink,” Mia tied to explain.

No one would believe you if you dressed like this. The assistant thought.

“All right, then. I’ll take my leave now, Miss Blackwell.”

Mia’s cell phone rang after her assistant left. It was her father. “Dad, don’t worry. I won’t mess it up, I’m confident. Stop worrying!”

After hanging up, Mia looked assured.

Meanwhile, a black Maybach glided in and stopped at the entrance of the Grand Manor Hotel.

Mindful of the snowy road, Jim Hawk drove slowly with care, so the car would not skid.

Jum stopped the car and turned to ask Trevon Wilson in the backseat, “Are you sure you don’t need me to accompany you, Mr.

Wilson?”

Trevon replied coldly, “No need.”

Jim was concerned. Trevon rarely attended negotiations alone. However, Mia’s father, Michael Sullivan, requested that be attend the meeting by himself. His reason being he feared that someone might interfere at the meeting.

The project was massive, and many parties wanted a piece of the pic, knowing they would benefit from the bid even if they did not win it. They would have more say if they won the bid, It would be icing on the cake. Many interested wanted to contact Michael Sullivan to buy the land for a speaking right. Therefore, Michael’s request was reasonable.

it was not

concerned. “Mr. Wilson, I’ll go up with you. I can wait

“Okay,” Trevon relented.

Jim stood beside Trevon and knocked on

no one. Jim poked his head in and looked around but did

door switch was controlled remotely by the room

was someone

the room, the door closed automatically, leaving Jim outside the

what is this all about?” The room was empty, and there

was still nothing.

did not think Michael Sullivan had

Blackwell took off her shoes and tiptoed behind the sofa. She suddenly wrapped her arms around Trevon’s neck and apologized gently, “There you are, Trevon. You’re so hard to get. Please don’t push me away. I miss you so much and must resort to this way

in her arms did not react.

kiss Trevon’s neck and cheeks, but

trace of anger that was about to explode. He closed them and said slowly, “If you don’t

your old man anymore. Don’t challenge

She stared at Trevon before her

was clearly impatient and irritated. If

Trevon. She behaved herself

cigarette and lit it. He blew the smoke rings at

said unhurriedly, “Where’s the contract?”

that I’ll help you

between his fingers and said leisurely, “No, I

He knew it since the first

you insisted on joining the

He turned to Mia and

he would leave. She quickly hugged Trevon’s broad and firm waist to stop him. “I really love you, Trevon. Forgive me. Let’s start over again, okay? Don’t leave!”

Then he pried open her fingers forcefully

of the room.

lying on the sofa; her eyes filled with

his boss storming out

obviously furious. “Call Michael Sullivan and tell him that he missed

what Trevon meant by last

Manor moments after Natalie

relationship, Natalie was embarrassed

to say that she did not

saved her first time