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.

of her fury

the matter, Miss Mia? Can’t handle the truth? You’re the one with a twisted sense of morality, parading around like a saint while engaging in questionable behavior. And

found themselves entangled in a fierce physical altercation. The escalating commotion attracted the attention of other employees, prompting someone to report the

Soon enough,

to the scene, and upon taking in the sight before him, he struggled to contain a smile. In her current chaotic state, Mia

her once flawless makeup now resembled the garish palette of a clown

within the Wilson Group, Jim knew he had 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 entertained

other two wouldn’t easily back down. They had personalities similar to Mia’s, capable of

situation without immediate action, his secretary grew anxious and urged him, “Mr. Hawk, shouldn’t we step in and separate them? If this continues, things could escalate,

gaze toward Jim and exclaimed, “Jim, for God’s sake, get these two lunatics away from me! Her scalp felt as though it was being torn apart.

prompted into action, Jim, though displeased, began separating the three individuals. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of disdain toward Mia, thinking to himself that even Mrs. Wilson herself wouldn’t address him so impolitely. She always referred

of contempt toward Mia, he directed the

expressions, their hair disheveled, and their faces and necks marked with visible signs of the altercation. Their appearances were untidy, revealing the aftermath of the intense

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,

sigh of relief, thinking they could finally make a quick getaway. But just as they were about to escape, Mia intercepted them with an outstretched arm. It was as if she felt that Jim had

herself to be trampled upon and insulted by these people.

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

of the reasons was that he couldn’t

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

quickly retreat to their workstations, burying themselves in their tasks. Only four people remained at

restroom lowered their

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

your way back?”

to make

his command, the two employees, brimming with determination, managed to free

me, and you just stood there doing nothing! How could you let them get away? Look at what

her voice. Mrs.

nerves.

an impassive expression, seemingly impervious to her outburst. Looking down at Mia, her appearance disheveled and lacking poise, he surveyed her

far from the polished and composed image she usually projected. Blushing with embarrassment, she attempted to smooth her ruffled hair and