Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 27

At the Foster’s house.

Emily had been fidgeting before the mirror, always finding herself dissatisfied with every single dress.

Filled with anger, she threw all the clothes she was holding onto the bed.

Elena walked in and witnessed the scene, asking her daughter with concern, “What’s wrong? Who has

upset you?”

It was Monday, and Elena’s son, Tucker, had gone to school, leaving only the maid, Elena herself, and

Emily at home. Harry had also left for work early in the morning.

Ever since Tucker was a child, he had been independent, insisting on attending boarding school since

elementary years and only returning home once a week.

Emily sat by the window with a discontented expression and said, “Mom, just look at those things. I

don’t have any decent clothes. These are all last year’s styles. And to top it off, Dad has halved my

allowance this month, so I can’t even afford to buy something nice.”

Harry had cut back on the family’s expenses after his previous failure to get Barron’s inheritance. This

action raised suspicions in Elena’s mind, prompting her to inquire through a confidential source within

the company, only to know that a project invested by Harry failed, resulting in a loss of more than 16

million dollars and leaving the shareholders. displeased.

No wonder he had been busy at work all day from morning to evening. and even cut down expenses

recently. As for the possibility of Harry cheating on her, Elena was never worried since she had her own

methods. to deal with that.

Observing the pile of clothes on her daughter’s bed, folded into a small mountain, Elena expressed her

slight dissatisfaction, “Your father’s company has recently encountered some difficulties. We need to

tighten our belts for a while. Just be a good girl, and don’t spend too much money. I can give you 10

thousand dollars to buy a dress you like.”

After the last attempt to make a car accident failed, she lost one million dollars, so she now had little

money at her disposal. Besides, she also needed to leave some money with her in case something

unexpected

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However, Emily thought 10 thousand dollars was too little. After all, just a limited-edition dress would

cost around 200 to 300 thousand dollars. She also wanted an entire outfit and a handbag, which would

easily cost 100 thousand dollars. Moreover, she was going to visit the Wilson family

this time.

Her appearance was crucial, and her dress would determine whether she could earn the chance to

marry into the Wilson family.

“Mom, this is simply not enough. Tomorrow, I’ll be heading to the Wilson family. If I go there, adorned in

a dress only worth 10 thousand dollars. How will they even look at me?”

Elena had noticed that Emily had been returning home late lately with a radiant smile. She suspected

that Emily must have been dating someone, but little did she know it was someone from the Wilson

family. It would be wonderful if that man were Trevon.

“Is it Mr. Wilson, the famous Trevon Wilson in Athana?” Elena asked, her excitement growing.

“No, it’s Max Wilson, the son of Ted Wilson, who is Theo Wilson’s second son.” Emily also had her

sights set on Trevon, but the predicament was that she couldn’t even meet him in person. It made it

challenging to captivate his attention.

Therefore, Emily chose Max to be her target. After all, Max was also a part of the Wilson family. If she

could successfully marry him, she would also be a member of the Wilson family.

However, Elena didn’t think so. Max was renowned as a playboy within high society in Athana,

changing companions as often as one changes clothes. Despite his professional achievements, those

in high society knew that he just rode on the coattails of his father and grandfather. He was essentially

useless without them.

In contrast, Trevon had climbed the ladder of success through his own merits. In Athana, except for

those who were very close to him, almost everyone would respectfully address him as Mr. Wilson.

If Emily was indeed with Max, Elena feared that Max would soon. abandon her daughter.

Elena furrowed her brows, deeply concerned. “Emily, can you handle

someone like Max? His reputation doesn’t hold a candle to Mr. Wilson’s.”

It was said that Trevon never involved himself with women and always remained chaste. Even when

talking about the contract at social gatherings, he abstained from indulging in drinks, focusing solely on

his work. People would try to tempt him with attractive companions, but he didn’t even spare them a

glance.

Elena had met many people in her life, and she knew that for such a man like Trevon, once he fell in

love with a woman, he would love that woman forever.

He was a faithful lover by nature!

Elena had her own way of stopping Harry from cheating on her. Otherwise, Harry’s unfaithful nature

might have led him to take a mistress long ago.

Hearing what Elena said, Emily was unsatisfied and pouted. “Mom, you don’t understand. Mr. Wilson is

cold and resolute. He always settles. matters with an iron hand. Even if I had the chance to meet him. I

wouldn’t dare approach him. The rumors about him in Athana are all bone-chilling.” Emily didn’t want to

risk her life.

Elena shared the same thought and began to speak cautiously, “Emily, Max is a good choice for you

too, but you need to capture his heart and marry him. Did you have sex with him?”

Emily was taken aback by her mother’s direct and blunt question, feeling a bit embarrassed. “No,” she

admitted. She was no longer a virgin since. she had several relationships with wealthy men before.

Elena advised, “Don’t let him take advantage easily. Hold on to him. In a few days, I can take you

abroad to have your hymen repaired.”

Emily wondered how her mother had discovered her secret…

Elena looked at her surprised daughter and gently patted her hand. “You’re my daughter. There’s

nothing a mother doesn’t know about her daughter.”

Emily’s face lit up with excitement. She hadn’t slept with Max because she was afraid of being

discovered by Max that she was not a virgin. “Mom, will it be found out by someone? What if Max finds

out?”

Elena replied with certainty in her eyes, “Don’t worry. I know someone who can keep it a secret. He

won’t breathe a word to anyone even if he’s

threatened with death.”

Now Emily felt more confident, knowing what she had to do next was to capture Max’s heart

adequately.

Finally, to make Emily marry into the Wilson family, Elena handed her daughter 160 thousand dollars.

Around eight o’clock in the evening, Natalie was about to change into her work clothes when her phone

rang in her pocket. After seeing an unfamiliar number, she didn’t answer the phone.

When the phone rang again, she picked it up, fearing it might be a patient seeking medical advice.

A deep, magnetic voice came from the other end. “Are you at work?”

Natalie was confused when she realized it was Trevon’s cold voice, wondering why he suddenly called

her.

Out of courtesy, she answered honestly, “Yes, I’m getting ready for work. What’s the matter?”

“Well, there’s a dinner at the Wilson’s old residence tomorrow, and Grandpa wants you to attend.”

There would be a weekly gathering for all the Wilson family members. hosted at the Wilson’s old

residence, a tradition that had been upheld for generations.

And the reason was to foster a sense of closeness between family

members. The children had grown up and were occupied with their own. careers, and they needed to

come home more often to reconnect so that they wouldn’t become more and more estranged due to

the busyness of life.

This puzzled Natalie even more. It had been more than three weeks since she and Trevon got married,

and she had never been requested to have dinner with the Wilson family before.

“Does it get hosted every 20 days now?

“Does bringing up the topic of divorce have something to do with it?” she thought.

Natalie contemplated finding an excuse to refuse.

Before she could voice her thoughts, Trevon interrupted her on the other

end of the phone, saying, “I know you’re off tomorrow. I’ve promised Grandpa that I’ll take you back.”

Natalie remained silent, internally thinking, “Then what was the point of calling me? Just to tell me

about that?”

Her response carried a tone of displeasure as she replied, “Got it.”

Jim looked at Trevon, who hung up the phone with a smirk.

Trevon called the Wilson’s old residence five minutes earlier, informing Theo that he would bring

Natalie home the next day.

Theo was so happy. He had been eagerly awaiting this day.

However, given Trevon’s stubbornness, accepting the arranged marriage was already his greatest

compromise. Theo didn’t dare push him to do anything he didn’t want to do.

But now Trevon told Natalie on the phone it was Theo’s request. Trevon was really a scheming man.

Jim really didn’t understand why Trevon didn’t simply state his intention. to bring Natalie back.

Hanging up the phone, Trevon warned Jim, “Keep your mouth shut.” It was clear that if Natalie learned

about this, Jim would be in deep trouble.

With some audacity, Jim asked, “Mr. Wilson, do you have feelings for Mrs. Wilson now?”

Trevon responded coldly, “Which of your eyes saw me liking her?”

Jim retorted in his heart. “I saw it with both eyes.”

At 7 PM, Frank, who had made his living in the gray zone, had excellent fighting skills. In his free time,

he enjoyed participating in boxing, so he renovated a large boxing ring in Lithern Club.

Hackett staggered to his feet and said, “Mr. Wilson, I did make a mistake in this matter, but as people

always say, no blame attaches to the unconscious doer of wrong. Besides, you all kept it a secret from

me.” He was tempted to say that Natalie was so beautiful that all men would be attracted to her, but he

was afraid to say so.

“So now you admit that you really have a crush on her,” Trevon uttered, donning mittens as he

menacingly advanced toward Hackett.

“Damn it, all I want is to have a conversation with Natalie. I never said

that!” Hackett knew he couldn’t admit that, or else he would be beaten to death.

Frank icily tossed a few words at him, “It’s obvious that you do have such a dirty thought, so don’t

stubbornly insist that you don’t.”

Hackett bellowed at his friend Frank, “Can you please shut the hell up? No one considers you mute just

because you don’t speak.”

Frank casually crossed his legs, savoring his coffee in utmost comfort.

He acted like he was watching a show.

In the end, Hackett had boxed with Trevon relentlessly for a full hour, leaving his nose and face

battered. It seemed that Hackett couldn’t go out with a girl for nearly a month, much longer than the

mere week Hackett had anticipated. He had greatly underestimated Trevon’s mercilessness.