Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 139

In a room in Lithern Club, Frank Roberts was sleeping. The club stayed open late last night, and he only went to bed in the early morning. Now he was abruptly awakened by a phone call.

Stretching his smooth arm, he groped around randomly but found nothing. Irritated, he opened his eyes and realized that his phone was at the bedside instead of under his pillow. No wonder he could not find it by feeling around.

Glancing at the caller displayed on the screen, he really did not feel like answering. But out of a sense of brotherhood, he reluctantly picked up the call on speakerphone and placed it on the pillow. With a closed-eyed and impatient tone, he said, ‘Speak

Hackett Blackwell did not feel like joking around today and got straight to the point. “Help me find out who did it.”

Frank sensed the seriousness in Hackett’s tone but could not resist expressing his annoyance at being awakened. “Don’t you know how to speak the language politely? Not even calling my name when you are asking me for help.”

As soon as Hackert heard the reply, he knew that Frank was still sleeping, he sighed. “Mia got hamstrung, and I want to know who did it to give my mom an explanation. My uncle just passed away, and now people are blaming Mr. Wilson for it. They’re adamant about it, waiting to turn the tables and seek revenge.”

On the other end, Frank laughed upon hearing this. He yawned, opened his eyes, and propped himself up with one side of his body. “Mia has changed her last name back. Aren’t you afraid of people saying that you guys are cold and heartless?”

“Is this the main point of our conversation now? When did you become so gossipy?”

Frank ignored his words and said directly, “It can’t be Mr. Wilson. He always leaves a name behind in his actions. This kind of sneaky thing is not his style. I will help you check on Edward Landor”

Hackett was a little puzzled. What does Edward have to do with the situation with Mia? They have nothing to do with each other. “Are you not awake or what? Why are you checking on him? You should investigate the wife of that sugar daddy.”

Frank wanted to criticize Hackett for his lack of using his brain. “If Mia did not fucking drug Sherri Landor, would you have been able to sleep with her?”

Hackett suddenly realized. “Why didn’t I think of that? So Edward knows about me and his sister.”

A mocking tone came through the phone. “How would I know? Am I your mom? I have to get all the answers prepared when

you ask?”

say something more, but Frank had already

Her voice sounded a little nervous and grateful. “Hello, Mr. Roberts, are you awake? Thank you for

rarity in Lithern Club, so letting you go with

of a boss. It was clear showing that he was not helping Lily out of personal

her out. The manager called Lily to ask for her opinion, but she refused. She protected herself and got slapped on the face

Frank had been ruthless.

she still wanted to express her thanks. “No matter from what perspective, I still want to thank

kept ringing non-stop, disturbing his rest. “It’s your business how you like to understand it. Just remember one thing, we have a boss-employee relationship, and that’s all.

nails dug into her palm, feeling no pain at all. “Understood. I have said that I will never leave Lithern Club or go out with any clients.” These words seemed to be said for herself as well as

body. Years of fitness and boxing had given him a mesmerizing

a towel. Half an hour later, his lower body was wrapped in a white towel, water droplets still dripping from his body. He exuded a masculine aura from head to toe. He opened the wardrobe

Trevon Wilson. The call was quickly answered. “Where are you?”

the

last more than a minute before Frank drove

walked into the CEO’s office of the Wilson Group, he was greeted by the secretary team that could rival the pretty girls from a beauty pageant.

his legs propped up on the desk, leisurely smoking a cigarette. The thin smoke partially

without any small talk. “Hackett asked me

a drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly. His legs were still resting on the table as he turned his head to look in Frank’s direction. Up to no good last

his eyes were

“Do you have to entertain

free time. You’ve been in a good mood lately. Have you got your ex-wife back?” The mention of the word “ex-wife” extinguished any playfulness in Trevon. He glared at Frank