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.

was not the

I’ll go up

“Okay,” Trevon relented.

Jim stood beside Trevon and knocked on

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

floor was for VIP luxury suites. The door

was someone inside.

closed

a sofa, and called out, “Mr. Sullivan, what is this all about?” The

was

did not think Michael Sullivan had the guts to not

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

in her arms did not react. “Let go of me,”

neck and cheeks, but he quickly

said slowly, “If you

face to your old man anymore.

stared at Trevon before her

too well; she could not push her luck. Trevon was clearly impatient

walked around the sofa and sat opposite Trevon. She behaved herself and swayed her legs before him, “Can

it. He blew the smoke rings at Mia’s face. She frowned and was unable to open

said unhurriedly, “Where’s the

Let’s talk first. I’ll give it to you later. I promise that I’ll help you get what

ash between his fingers and said leisurely, “No,

knew what Mia wanted. He knew it since

want? Are you still brooding over the past? I admit I was insensible then when you insisted

his suit. He turned to Mia and said, “I don’t

hugged Trevon’s broad and firm waist to stop him. “I really

not respond. Then he pried open her fingers forcefully and threw her onto the sofa

of the room.

felt indignant lying on the sofa; her eyes filled with

at the door, Jim saw his boss storming out and quickly put

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

fully well what Trevon meant by last

Manor moments

physical relationship, Natalie was embarrassed

lie to say that she did not mind.

saved her first time for