Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 211 The scene in the bedroom was a strong contrast to the silence in the living The commotion in the bedroom was very loud. One could hear a man’s continuous low growls, a woman crying and begging for mercy, and a bunch of moans.

Even Ethan, who was desensitized to many things, felt uncomfortable when he heard this. On the other hand, the two people who were seriously playing chess were so calm that it was as if they were deal. They were not affected by the noise at all. They were only attentively playing chess. Yes, they were truly playing chess, not just putting on a show.

Ethan didn’t know if these two people were numb to porn or if they were obsessed with playing chess Ethan was probably not at the same level as them. How could they not have any reaction at all? Unknowingly, it was already four o'clock in the morning. It had been more than an hour since the sex had started, and there had been no rest in between A thought-provoking glint flashed across Joseph's eyes. As he played chess, he asked casually, “Mr. Wilson, you won't mind if the Wilson family doesn’t have any descendants, right?” Trevon did not stop playing chess when he heard that. He replied casually, “We already have descendants. Mr. Turner, don’t worry.” Joseph smiled and laughed. “Mr. Wilson, you really know how to group things together.

“It can’t be helped,” Trevon replied without missing a beat. “His blood belongs to the Wilson family. He's part of the family even if I don't include him.” “Hmm, this logic works. Then, are you satisfied with the show inside the room?” Trevon smiled in reply. “Mr. Turner, as long as you are satisfied” “Well, it's not very high quality, but at least it's still acceptable. However, he might not be able to use his dick from tomorrow onwards. You should prepare yourself mentally.” “It doesn’t matter,” Trevon said. “At most, I'll just work harder in the future.” Joseph was speechless. He did not expect Trevon to be so shameless.

Considering that he still had to send his father to the airport at 6.30 in the morning, Joseph chose to end the game quickly. There was still no obvious winner. His eyes turned cold as he said, “I don’t have many hobbies. | just like to hack surveillance cameras in the middle of the night. Coincidentally, a few days ago, | hacked a villa called Adare Manor. | saw something that | didn’t really like.” The corners of Trevon’s lips curled up, but he did not answer. His grandfather had bought Adare Manor for him and Natalie after they got married. There were memories there that he wanted to erase but couldn't.

Then, Joseph continued, “What | can’t stand the most is men bullying women. Coincidentally, in the surveillance camera that | hacked a few days ago, there was a man who used his right hand to strangle a woman’s neck to threaten her. Mr. Wilson, do you think that man counts as an asshole? Should | punish him?” These words also brought back bad memories for Trevon. He felt like he indeed should be punished.

He also thought back to the time Joseph was talking about. It was the night Mia sent him photos of Natalie and Edward eating pizza together. He mistakenly thought that Natalie and Edward were on a date. Actually, he was jealous at that time. but he just didn’t know it.

He sighed silently in his heart and said without hesitation, “Indeed, that man should be punished. My thoughts are the same as yours. So, Mr. Turner, what do you think is the most suitable punishment?” Joseph stopped playing chess and turned a deaf ear to the moaning sounds from the bedroom. He looked up at Trevon’s firm gaze and said without any mercy, “No matter what, you have to bleed a little. Otherwise, how can you learn your lesson?” Trevon nodded in agreement. The next second, he naturally stretched out his hand and said to Ethan, “Bro, lend me a knife. | want something sharp.” Ethan was stunned when he heard this. Was he planning to harm himself? If Natalie found out, wouldn't she be upset? Ever since Natalie saved Ethan from punishment, he started thinking twice before acting Joseph didn’t seem to hear Trevon, nor did he stop him. To Ethan, it seemed that Joseph had agreed with the proposal. Ethan turned around and took a sharp fruit knife from the coffee table. The blade glinted, reflecting dazzling light.

Trevon took the knife naturally and slowly touched the sharp blade. “Not bad. It's quite new.” He clutched the handle of the knife. The next second, he quickly stabbed his right palm. Instantly, the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard were stained with fresh blood.

Trevon did not even frown at the pain. He placed his tongue on his cheek and exhaled. “Mr. Turner, are you satisfied?” His calmness, his ruthlessness, and his willingness to hurt himself were quite good in Joseph's eyes. “It’s alright. | won't make you pay for the bodyguards. It's my men who were useless.” Joseph said that he wasn't going to make Trevon pay, but he was actually mentioning it on purpose. He made it clear that Trevon had hurt his men. In Trevon’s eyes, it meant that Joseph wanted him to do something in exchange. With extreme speed. Trevon raised his left hand and slashed down ruthlessly. His right hand hung weakly by his side. The blood on his palm dripped from his fingertips onto the clean tiles, shining.

Ethan's heart trembled as he watched from the side. What a ruthless person. He was so ruthless to himself! If Joseph asked him to point a gun at his head right now, would he do it, just for Natalie? my debt.

Trevon frowned slightly and twisted his neck as if he was trying to keep calm. “Mr. Turner, I've cleared Joseph was not moved at all. He casually glanced at his wristwatch. It was already 5 o'clock. “The outcome of today’s chess game has yet to be decided. | hope we get a chance to play again another time. If you're as good at climbing walls as playing chess, today’s outcome would probably be different.” This was the first time Trevon felt so powerless. He wanted to kill Joseph, but he couldn't do it. He had suffered a loss, but he had to hold it in because he knew that these people were avenging Natalie.

It was a fact that he had hurt Natalie. There was no chance for him to refute this point. He did not even have the confidence to do so.

After Joseph left. Trevon did not stay any longer in this disgusting place either. The moans and cries in the bedroom continued.

He did not want to hear them for another second.

He took off his jacket and neatly wrapped it around his bleeding palm. He strode out of the door without even helping to close it.

After getting into the car, he endured the pain and called Chris with his left hand. “Come to Phoenix Manor.

Chris was Hackett’s friend, but his relationship with Trevon was not bad either. It was just that Chris had a strange personality and did not like to hang out with people. He was a loner and always liked to be alone. He preferred to stay in the research lab alone and focus on his medical career.

Trevon could count how many times he'd seen Chris on one hand.

Chris picked up the phone sleepily and mumbled, “Where are your morals? It's the middle of the night.” Trevon didn’t want to waste his breath. “Hurry up. I'll pay a high price.” Chris already recognized Trevon from his voice. “I'll be there,” he said. He didn't agree for the high price, since he was quite rich too. He agreed because it was Trevon.

Trevon turned the steering wheel with one hand. His black suit, which was wrapped around his right hand, was soaked in blood.

The black suit turned dark red, and a smell of blood spread in the enclosed space.

He wanted to smoke, but he only had one hand.

Soon, the car arrived at the private villa that he had not lived in for a long time, Phoenix Manor.

Chris was also very fast. He knew that Trevon would not call him unless it was an urgent situation. It was definitely not a good thing to call in the wee hours of the morning. He must have encountered some trouble.

Chris pushed the door open and entered. He was wearing black glasses and the thick lenses covered his eyes. Smelling the pungent odor of blood, he frowned. Trevon was seriously injured.

That was his first thought.

He wondered who had the guts to hurt this guy.

Chris walked closer with curiosity. Instead of feeling pity, his eyes were filled with mockery. “Did you meet a tough opponent?” Trevon already knew when Chris entered the door. However, he did not turn around. Drops of blood dripped onto the ground like red marle beads.