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.

not the whole

remained concerned. “Mr. Wilson, I’ll go up with

“Okay,” Trevon relented.

designated room, Jim stood

one. Jim poked

luxury suites. The door switch was controlled remotely by the room guest.

there was someone inside.

door closed automatically, leaving Jim outside

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

was still

not think Michael Sullivan had

You’re so hard to get. Please don’t push me away. I miss you so much and must resort

man in her arms did not react. “Let

to kiss Trevon’s neck and cheeks, but he quickly dodged her. Her lips landed on

to explode. He closed them and said slowly, “If you don’t want to lose what you have now, stop your nonsense right

won’t give face to your old man anymore. Don’t challenge

Trevon before her and smiled,

understood Trevon too well; she could not push her luck. Trevon was clearly impatient and irritated. If she provoked him

sofa and sat opposite Trevon. She behaved herself and

and lit it. He blew the smoke rings at Mia’s face. She frowned and

he said unhurriedly,

first. I’ll give it to you later. I promise that I’ll help you

and said leisurely, “No, I can’t give you what

He knew it since the first time

admit I was insensible then when you insisted on joining the

cigarette and tidied his suit. He turned to Mia and said, “I

he would leave. She quickly hugged Trevon’s broad and firm waist to stop him. “I really love you, Trevon. Forgive me. Let’s

respond. Then he pried open her fingers forcefully and threw

of the room.

felt indignant lying on the sofa; her eyes filled

the door, Jim saw his boss storming out and quickly put an overcoat on

face; he was obviously furious. “Call Michael Sullivan and tell

fully well what Trevon

to Adare Manor moments

the two had a physical relationship, Natalie was embarrassed to see

to say that she did not mind.

her first time for the