Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

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 | 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. | 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 | think of that? So Edward knows about me and his sister.” A mocking tone came through the phone. “How would | know? Am | your mom? | have to get all the answers prepared when you ask?” Hackett wanted to say something more, but Frank had already hung up the phone, showing a bit of ruthlessness.

After hanging up, the headliner of Lithern Club, Lily called. Her voice sounded a little nervous and grateful. “Hello, Mr. Roberts, are you awake? Thank you for last night.” Frank's expression remained unchanged, showing no fluctuations. His words were as usual. “You are my employee. We emphasize rarity in Lithern Club, so letting you go with them would be a blow to the club’s face.” These words were from the perspective of a boss. It was clear showing that he was not helping Lily out of personal concern Yesterday, Frank received a call from the manager to sort out an issue at the club. A group of second-generation rich heirs heard about how beautiful the headliner of Lithern Club was and wanted to take her out. The manager called Lily to ask for her opinion, but she refused. She protected herself and got slapped on the face several times. The manager felt that those people were causing trouble before the club opened, so he called Frank, who saved Lily.

Of course, all those people ended up severely injured, and it was evident that Frank had been ruthless. Lithern Club could not establish itself in Athana without being able to handle such troublemakers.

Lily had already thought of Frank's attitude before she made the call, but she still wanted to express her thanks. “No matter from what perspective, I still want to thank you. You have been protecting me all these years, and without you, | would not be where | am today.” Frank remained cold as ever. He had intended to sleep a little longer in the morning, but the phone 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. Within the scope of my responsibilities, | will take action. As for whom you like and whether you want to go out with, that’s your choice. Lithern Club won't interfere.” On the other end, Lily’s nails dug into her palm, feeling no pain at all. “Understood. | have said that | will never leave Lithern Club or go out with any clients.” These words seemed to be said for herself as well as for Frank to hear.

Frank hung up the phone again. He no longer felt sleepy; instead, he felt restless. He casually threw his phone on the bed, and uncovered the sheets, revealing his bare upper body. Years of fitness and boxing had given him a mesmerizing and eye-catching physique, tanned skin, a solid chest, and particularly impressive chest muscles. The only thing that stood out more was the long scar below his chest.

He walked into the bathroom and grabbed 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 and took out a casual suit to wear. He neatly untied the towel and put the suit on.

After getting dressed, he called Trevon Wilson. The call was quickly answered. “Where are you?” A cold voice came from the other side. “At the company.” Their conversation did not last more than a minute before Frank drove to the Wilson Group.

As he 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. “Mr. Roberts.” Frank simply nodded in response, acknowledging their greetings. He pushed open the office door and saw a man with his legs propped up on the desk, leisurely smoking a cigarette. The thin smoke partially obscured his handsome face.

Frank sat down on the sofa without any small talk. “Hackett asked me to investigate what happened to Mia's leg Trevon took 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 night?” Even though Frank was impeccably dressed and handsome, the visible dark circles under his eyes were noticeable to the naked eye. “Business was good. Can't help it.” Trevon, with a sharp tongue, said, “Do you have to entertain the customers yourself?” “You have so much 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 in displeasure.

He had thought Natalie would come out for a run, but she did not. She simply drove away on time, and he still had not figured out how to approach her.

Frank smiled. “Now everyone believes it was you who made the move. Aren't you planning to clear your name?” Trevon’s voice turned serious, tinged with a hint of disdain. “What's it got to do with me? If they think it was me, then come and kill me.” “Even if you are pretending to be affectionate to your ex-wife in front of me, she can’t see it anyway.” Changing the topic, Frank said. “I suspect it's Edward Landor.” A barely noticeable emotion flickered in Trevon's eyes. “It's not impossible.” Frank slapped his thigh and lay down on the sofa. “Then let's start investigating from Edward. If the job is done, I'll let know. | need some sleep now. Oh, and | have a suggestion, keep your secretarial team far away from here.” you Trevon was a bit speechless. “Is your phone out of credit? Couldn't you have made a phone call for such a trivial matter? Why do you bother to drive here? You just want to freeload.” He continued. “The main point of contact to all of my secretaries is Jim. | don’t even speak a word with them a week.” Frank, in a reckless manner, said, “Then why keep them around? Eye candy? Don't tell me it’s for Jim Hawk. He's still quite innocent when it comes to romantic affairs.” Trevon thought to himself that Jim seemed to enjoy chatting with the secretaries. He had no innocence to speak of Feeling drowsy, Frank did not want Trevon to continue with idle talk. “Don’t disturb my sleep. Your ex-wife doesn’t like people who talk too much.” Trevon was so angry that he laughed upon hearing the words. This guy had him firmly under control, always bringing up his ex- wife. He grabbed a pen holder and threw it at Frank. The force was so strong that it created a gust of wind. Frank instantly opened his eyes and agilely caught it, smiling with his cheek against his palm. “Stop being mad like a woman. If you can’t stand the word ‘ex-wife, then you think of a way to change it yourself. Don’t disturb my sleep. Call me when you're eating.” “You're going way too far now. Is the Roberts Group going bankrupt?” Frank ignored Trevon. He pulled the blanket on the sofa over himself and went to sleep. Half a minute later, he spoke up again, “Set the temperature up a little bit.” Although Trevon was dissatisfied, he still did as he was told. There was nothing he could do. He really hoped that one day there would be a woman who could handle Frank