Turning Of The Tide By Diana Sander Novel
Chapter 86

Chapter 86

The sky was veiled in a haze, casting a grayish hue, while the Sullivan family blazed with lights, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.

Michael paced anxiously in the living room, sweat dripping down his forehead. Mia, in a fit of rage, swept everything off the coffee table, sending objects crashing to the floor. The once pristine living room now lay in disarray, with items strewn haphazardly in every corner.

Mia’s fiery temperament caught Michael off guard, but he quickly composed himself and said, “Mia, perhaps you should reach out to Mr. Wilson. Your name is plastered all over the internet in these news articles, and it’s detrimental to your future. You’ve worked tirelessly to build a reputation during your years abroad, and we can’t let it crumble now.”

Mia was well aware of the gravity of the situation. She couldn’t afford to be affected by it. Years of relentless effort would be

in vain

Her opportunity to pursue dance overseas had been orchestrated by Henry, who had paved the way for her to achieve remarkable success and garner numerous awards. The reasons behind her accomplishments were known to those in the

know.

Michael would never have attained such a position based solely on his abilities.

It was thanks to the unwavering favor of Henry that she had received preferential treatment. She had even taken the initiative to secretly study psychology, gaining insight into Henry’s mind and winning his heart. In the presence of Henry, when he was still alive, Mia had tearfully appealed to him, confessing her growing affection for Trevon. However, Trevon, being aloof and unapproachable, did not allow anyone to get close to him. Mia hoped that Henry would intervene and play. the role of matchmaker.

Unable to resist Mia’s persistent charms, Henry eventually yielded to her pleas and reluctantly approached Trevon.

Mia vividly remembered the day when Henry invited Trevon to their home for dinner, although Hackett was also present.

Henry displayed exceptional warmth during the meal, although he seemed slightly embarrassed as he ventured, “Trevon, you must be around 20 years old now, am I correct?”

Trevon, lacking emotional intelligence, didn’t catch the insinuation. But Hackett, who had experienced an early romance, laughed and remarked, “Henry, are you playing matchmaker for Trevon? Are you aspiring to be a professional matchmaker?”

Henry sternly shot Hackett, Tm merely considering that Trevon is of a suitable age to start dating. Don’t think I don’t know about your multiple girlfriends, changing them like socks.”

Hackett, quick with his words, quipped back, “Well, why not let him have a taste of the dating scene? Maybe he’ll replace the perfect granddaughter-in-law for you”

Henry couldn’t be bothered by Hackett’s banter and focused on Trevon’s face. The young and reserved Trevon, catching the intense scrutiny, finally grasped the underlying meaning.

With polite manners, Trevon responded, “Mr. Blackwell, I haven’t considered pursuing a romantic relationship at this time.”

Hackett, chewing on his food, couldn’t help but chuckle at Trevon’s reply, fully anticipating it.

Sitting beside them, Mia grew increasingly anxious, her fingers curling and tightly gripping her pants, silently urging Henry

to intervene.

Henry shook his head, acknowledging Mia’s sincere fondness for Trevon. With a blend of resignation and honesty, he expressed, “Trevon, finish your meal first. Afterward, join me for a few rounds of chess. And Hackett, I’d like you to run an errand once you’re done eating.”

Reluctantly, Hackett consented, though he couldn’t help but wonder why his grandfather insisted on sending him out when plenty of drivers and servants were available. It was evident that his grandfather intended to keep him away.

Reluctant to face the consequences of defying family authority, Hackett reluctantly gave in.

Upon his return, Hackett observed Mia casting enamored glances at Trevon while Henry smiled, satisfied and pleased.

When they left the Blackwell family, Hackett discovered Henry’s earnest plea to Trevon. He had asked Trevon to give a relationship with Mia a chance, assuring him they could end it if it didn’t work out

However, Hackett had experienced several relationships and had a different perspective. He knew that it would be hard to shake her off thoroughly once a woman like Mia got attached.

As Hackett had predicted, within a week of dating. Trevon had already mentioned breaking up multiple times. However, Mia vehemently refused and even resorted to crying in front of Henry. This pattern persisted for over a year.

It wasn’t until the year Trevon made up his mind to join the military that no amount of persuasion from family members could change his decision.

Even Mia’s closest friends and Michael advised her to leave Trevon, warning her that joining the military would mean Max

taking over the company and a bleak future for her.

Mia finally took their advice to heart.

However, life was unpredictable, and Mia never imagined that Max would be such a disappointment, incapable of achieving anything substantial. Even if Theo and Henry had such intentions, Max might not have possessed the necessary skills and capabilities.

Recalling the past events, Mia couldn’t help but harbor some resentment toward Michael.

He had persistently urged her to end her relationship with Trevon, claiming that joining the military would end his prospects and that he would never achieve anything significant. Michael had convinced her that even if Trevon returned, he would never rise to a position of power within the Wilson family.

These thoughts fueled Mia’s anger as she glared at Michael, her face twisted with a malevolent expression. “It’s all because of you. Things wouldn’t have ended like this if you hadn’t persuaded me to break up.”

Michael, however, held a different perspective. He believed that Mr. Wilson was young and not yet fully matured. He was easily swayed by the arrangements made by Henry. Michael also recalled that Mr. Wilson had mentioned the possibility of breaking up, and Mia had shed countless tears. Mia stubbornly refused to accept the inevitable, while Mr. Wilson remained

distant and aloof

Michael attempted to offer words of consolation, ‘Mia, none of us could have foreseen what would unfold. You cannot guarantee that over all those years. Trevon wouldn’t have eventually initiated a breakup. Even with Henry’s influence, he may have granted Henry a favor once, but there’s no guarantee he would have done it again.”

However, Mia remained obstinate, refusing to listen to reason. Fuming angrily, she snatched her bag and stormed out of the Sullivan family, her high heels echoing with frustration as she left.

By now, the entire city of Athana likely knew she wasn’t indeed the Blackwell family’s biological granddaughter.

After contemplating, her thoughts turned to Emily, who had been by her side throughout the ordeal. And then, she couldn’t help but think of one person in particular. Determined, she decided to pay a visit to the Wilson Group.

Driving toward the Wilson Group building.

it stood tall and commanding in one of Athana’s most prestigious locations. The towering floors gave the impression that they could penetrate the very heavens.

Mia had meticulously applied her makeup, donned a limited-edition suit, and strutted high heels. She stood confidently before the Wilson Group building with a designer handbag dangling from her wrist and her chestnut curls cascading down. her back. A mischievous smile played on her lips.

This was her inaugural visit to the Wilson Group, her first visit since Mr. Wilson assumed control of the company. The sight before her was astonishing. The previous incarnation of the Wilson Group had never reached such towering heights. In three years, Mr. Wilson had undeniably propelled the company to a new echelon, just as the rumors had whispered. With a self-assured stride, Mia stepped inside the building. Approaching the reception desk, she rapped her fingers on the counter and glanced at the receptionist disdainfully. “Take me to your CEO”

The receptionist, well-versed in maintaining professional poise, met Mia’s request with a perplexed expression. Another infatuated individual determined to confront the CEO in the early hours of the day. Flashing a polite smile, she inquired, “May I have your last name, Miss? I’ll check for any scheduled appointment.”

Mia’s expression darkened at the mention of an appointment. “Do I look like someone who needs an appointment? Just tell Jim to come down here.”

The receptionist sensed the woman’s potential connection to the CEO, but she disliked her demeanor. “I’m sorry, but I can’t grant you access without an appointment. If you know Mr. Hawk, kindly reach out to him personally. Only if Mr. Hawk insists on your presence can we proceed.”

Mia, already harboring frustration early in the morning, grew even more angry at being underestimated by the receptionist. “And what’s your name?”

The receptionist straightened her back, showing no sign of fear. “Hello, my name is Stella Brooks.”

Mia enunciated each word precisely, “Very well, Stella, I’ll remember you. Just wait and see. With that, she dialed Jim’s number.

Meanwhile, Jim was chatting with a few secretaries in the Secretary department when he noticed Mia’s incoming call. He hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to answer or not

After a brief moment of thought, he made a silent gesture and entered the CEO’s office. The man was fully engaged in handling documents, exuding his usual cold demeanor.

Jim cleared his throat and asked, “Should I take the call? Miss Mia’s on the line.” Deep inside, he knew that answering meant distancing himself from Mrs. Wilson.

The man continued his work without pausing, considering it a regular occurrence. After all, he had already terminated the partnership with the Sullivan family, so it was only a matter of time before Mia showed up at the company. She had called a

few days ago but he deliberately chose not to answer

Exhausted by the constant ringing, he cut her off and blocked her number!

Hence her vist to the company was to be expected,

In a cold tone Just hang up”

Jim ended the call but it didn’t take long before has phone started ringing again. The constant calls made it seem like he was burdened with debts and relentlessly pursued by creditors

Trevon’s brow furrowed as he listened to the constant ringing of his phone Is she downstairs’ Tell her to go to the

conference room”

Having over heard the secretaries dos using the muter le Jim felt compelled to share the truth with Trevon “Mr. Wilson Miss Mix has been a treating hip bie the post hour. The news reveals that the may not be a legitimate deu enlarat of the Blackwell family and there are an photos ofisaning that suggest a romante involvement with a project leader

Ju couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction Firally someone had exposed the audacious facade of this fake heiress

Trevon’s eyes narrowed with curiosity and concern at the sound of this revelation “Someone exposed her Who was it?”

“Yes, and Emily from the Foster family is also making headlines. The rumors indicate the has been involved with multiple affluent elites, engaging in rendezvous at various hotels

After a brief moment. Trevon let out a chuckle. It’s quite something that these two individuals have managed to earn the wrath of the same person

But how did she manage to expose them? Did she take matters into her own hands and contact the media?

Five minutes later. Mia walked into the elevator with arrogance, her head held high, and her chest puffed out. Along the way. she shot a piercing glare at the front desk

departed another front desk attendant turned to Stella and remarked, “Why did you have to provoke her’ Look now shes being es orted upstairs

Stella, a revent college graduate brunurung with a strong sense of justice. “So what I’d rather quar than let myself be bullied by someone har her just because they decked out in designer labels doesn’t mean she’s better than anyone else”

The other front desk attendant shook their head in resignation Ah, the navety of youth, they thongha