Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

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 intensifed 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 overwhelining, 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 bring 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.

in pain, Mia channeled every ounce of her fury and

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

swiftly found themselves entangled in a fierce

Soon enough,

sight before him, he struggled to contain a smile. In her current chaotic state, Mia resembled nothing more than a typical street

and unruly, her lipstick smudged and askew, and her once flawless makeup

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

three individuals, knowing the other two wouldn’t easily back down. They had

him, “Mr. Hawk, shouldn’t

and exclaimed, “Jim, for God’s sake, get these

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

contempt toward Mia, he directed the others

all three wore grim expressions, their hair disheveled, and their faces and necks marked with visible signs of the altercation. Their appearances

fighting in the office? Is this how you behave? Have you forgotten all the company’s rules and training on etiquette? A woman involved in a brawl at the workplace, acting like at common street scrapper? You’ve tarnished the reputation of the Wilson Group. Now, quickly

escape, Mia intercepted them with an outstretched arm. It was as if she

was Trevon’s former girlfriend. She couldn’t allow herself to be trampled upon

of the situation. After being scolded, they quickly understood. the consequences of their actions and had no

of the reasons was that he couldn’t accurately. gauge Mr. Wilson’s true feelings on

as he was about to voice his thoughts, a shrill and cold voice resonated through the air, “How long do you plan to keep up this performance Aren’t you ashamed of yourselves? Is the Wilson Group paying you to

of the words sent a shiver down everyone’s spine, prompting the onlookers to quickly retreat to

employees trapped inside the restroom lowered their heads, afraid

icy detachment, he spoke in a chilling tone, “Aren’t you

your way back?”

to make

brimming with determination, managed to free themselves from Mia’s grasp and swiftly escape from the

“Trevon, they’ve been bullying me, and you just stood there doing nothing! How

at the sound of her voice. Mrs. Wilson’s melodramatic demeanor was starting to grate on

nerves.

an impassive expression, seemingly impervious to her outburst. Looking down at Mia, her appearance disheveled and lacking poise, he surveyed her with a condescending air. “Are you

appearance was far from the polished and composed image she usually projected. Blushing with embarrassment, she attempted to smooth her ruffled hair and straighten her clothes, but her efforts seemed