Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 252 Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at Grand Manor. The Porsche parked steadily in front of the gate of the hotel.

Frank turned off the engine and pulled out the key. He opened the car door, then hung the car key on his finger and swung it. His series of actions were smooth and handsome.

Rose was wearing slippers and pajamas as she followed Frank into the hotel with her hands in her pockets. She did not feel that it was strange for her to be dressed like this. Even though the scene was a little awkward, she didn’t feel awkward at all and fully lived herself.

The receptionists at the front desk had never seen Rose before. They only greeted Frank politely, “Mr. Roberts.” Frank's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a few people whispering. He did not need to guess to know what they were discussing. It was inevitable that he would be misunderstood when he came to the hotel with a girl in pajamas in the middle of the night. He walked straight to the front desk “That's my sister, if she comes in the future, just give her a room directly.” After Frank finished speaking, the few people who had been whispering said in embarrassment hurriedly, “Mr. Roberts, | understand. Hello, Miss Roberts.” Rose did not care about other people’s opinions. Otherwise, it would be too tiring to live. Caring about others’ opinions was not the way of comfortable living. She introduced herself openly. “Hello. I'm Rose Roberts.” “Hi... hello” Rose had a sudden idea. With her tongue curled, she turned around and asked Frank coquettishly, “Frank, am | staying in your exclusive room or another room? Do you want to sleep with me?” Her words made the receptionist’s hair stand on end. She shivered and wondered if the two of them were really biological siblings. After all, Rose's tone... and the way she called his name...

Frank glared at his sister, who had gone crazy and was being a queen. “What do you think? Straighten your tongue and talk normally” Frank had his own exclusive room. After saying what he needed to say, he went to his private elevator. Rose followed him in a good mood.

She kept twisting her waist as she walked, trying to look as sexy and enchanting as possible.

The security guard and the receptionist couldn't help but let their imagination run wild....

After the elevator door closed. Frank pressed the button for the 38th floor. He smiled and his voice sounded in the closed.

elevator. “Was it fun?” Rose no longer had the sexy look she had before entering the elevator. She shrugged and leaned against the elevator wall with her arms crossed. She smiled and answered, “It's alright. You don't have a girlfriend. Why were you in a hurry to explain yourself?” Frank remained silent until the elevator door opened and strode out. The two of them parted ways as if they were strangers and went to their respective rooms.

Rose stood at the door and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door opened. It was Ava. “Rose, you're here.” Rose shouted at Frank, who had yet to enter the room he was going to, deliberately. “Ava, your pajamas are so beautiful. They're cute and lovely. It makes one’s imagination run wild.” Ava was taken aback. She lowered his head and looked at her conservative pajamas. There was nothing wrong with them. They were very ordinary.

Why would anyone’s imagination run wild because of them? Ava wanted to stick her head out of the door, but Rose’s slender hand pressed her head back into the door. “Let's go. I'm starving. Let's go inside quickly.” Sherri turned to look at Rose's attire. Her jaw dropped at what she saw, and she asked, “Don’t tell me you came in this outfit.” Rose sat down on the ground casually. “Isn't this to attend your pajama party? Wouldn't it look strange if | am wearing jeans? Sherri, Natalie, and Ava couldn't help but admire Rose for her boldness. They gave her a thumbs up in unison, and in an instant, Rose found three thumbs shaking in her face.

Rose slapped their thumbs away at the same time. “Oh, don’t care about the details. Come on and hurry up. I'm starving.” It was indeed too tiring to open parcels. She was both tired and hungry. She grabbed a skewer and put it in her mouth casually, then opened a can of beer. “Did you order all this?” Sherri answered truthfully, “Hackett suggested it, and Trevon arranged for it.” Rose bit on the skewer and shook her head. “It's perfect. Natalie, | admire you for taming a beast. Impressive.

Natalie also picked up a bottle of cider and opened it. She took a sip and smiled happily. “Would you believe me if | said that he’s actually not that difficult to deal with?” Sherri said. That's for you, not us. He loves you, not us.” Rose high-fived Sherri, who was beside her, in agreement. “I agree with that.” Ava echoed, “Me too.” Frank stood at the door and rang the doorbell for a minute, but the door still did not open. He called Hackett gloomily and said.

“Open the door.” On the other end of the line. Hackett seemed to be very busy. “I'm in the toilet. Wait.” A few seconds later, the door opened. It was Trevon. He was wearing dark blue pajamas and said meaningfully to Frank, “What's going on? Why are you here?” If it was before, Frank would definitely be at Lithern Club at this time of the night. He would never be here at Grand Manor. It could be said that he rarely came.

Frank strode into the room and took a bottle of red wine from the wine rack. He poured the wine into a goblet and swirled it in the glass. “I drove my sister over.” Trevon shook his head helplessly. “Are you not planning to tell Rose the truth? Maybe if you tell her, you will become closer. Do you really plan to let her keep calling you ‘Cranky Franky’ all the time?” Frank pursed his lips and took a small sip of the wine. He put it back on the bar counter to leave it to decant some more. “There’s no need. Knowing won't do her any good.” As they were talking, Hackett came out of the toilet. After being in the toilet for a long time, his legs were a little numb. He was walking a little strangely and had to hold onto the door frame as he came out. “Yo, what brings Mr. Roberts of Grand Manor here! Frank and Trevon leaned against the bar counter in the same lazy posture. Both of them had a glass of red wine in their right hands as they looked at Hackett at the same time. Trevon had a smile on his lips, but he did not say anything.

Frank, on the other hand, teased, “Those who know would understand that you were in the toilet pooping, but those who don’t know better might think that you were giving birth to a child in there.” Hackett spat, “Fuck. What nonsense are you talking about?” Trevon raised his arm to look at the time and added. Just the time for a game of League of Legends. 38 minutes and 4 seconds.” As soon as he finished speaking. Frank and Trevon exchanged a meaningful look. Then, they raised their glasses and clinked them before raising their heads to empty their glasses.

Hackett walked to the bar counter and poured himself a glass of wine too. Frank, who was beside him, asked, “Have you washed your hands?” “I'm drinking it myself. Why do you care if | wash my hands or not? Why don’t you take a sniff and see if I've washed them?” Frank and Trevon took a few steps back subconsciously to distance themselves from Hackett. Their actions were filled with disdain.

Hackett said, “You guys make it sound as if you don't take a shit, piss, or fart yourselves. Do your poops smell better than mine?” Thinking about how he had been constipating after staying in Grand Manor for the past few days, even though his stomach had always been quite good, Hackett turned to ask Frank, “Are you using low-quality oil to save money? Why do | suffer from constipation every time | eat here at Grand Manor?” Frank poured himself another glass of wine slowly and said, “Don’t blame the Earth for not having enough gravity if you can’t poop yourself’ Trevon bent his right index finger and pressed it against the tip of his nose to hold back his laughter. He raised an eyebrow and said, “Save your breath. If you want to argue with him, get Rose to help you with it.” Hackett did not intend to ask for Rose’s help. Tm not getting Rose. Im getting Ava to help me out.” Hearing this, Frank’s hand paused in mid-air for a second before returning to normal. However, Trevon saw his hesitation clearly.

Ele smiled and did not comment on it.

Perhaps Ava was a great locksmith for a good lock.

After drinking for a while, Frank returned to what he was here for. “My men caught Pluto Cheatham abroad. After being beaten up for three hours, he couldn't take it anymore and finally confessed. His relationship with Elena isn't just that of cousins but also incest.” Trevon was also stunned when he heard that. Although a long time ago, when a man couldn't get a wife, he would marry his cousins instead. Things like that still happened nowadays and were considered inbreeding. It was still disgusting to hear that it happened to people he knew.

Previously, he had thought that Pluto and Elena were just buying and selling perfume, and transferring money to each other. He did not expect that they would be involved in such a way.

Frank didn’t want to waste his breath and continued, “My people recorded a video. Take a look for yourself” As he spoke, he opened the video saved on his phone and played it. After a while, a voice that sounded as if he was dying rang.

Tll confess. Please stop hitting me. I'm Elena's distant cousin, but Elena has been flirtatious since she was young. | have always been attracted to her, but after she became an adult, Elena wanted to marry into a rich family and looked down on me. One day, she came to me and asked me to help her marry Harry and get rid of the original Mrs. Foster. We have been maintaining that kind of relationship since then.” Pluto paused for a moment. The man beside him kicked him and bellowed. “Hurry up. | don’t have time to talk nonsense with you.” Pluto endured the pain and continued, “After that, we have been maintaining this kind of relationship. Occasionally, she would come here to comfort me, telling Harry that she was going on a trip with her friends, but in fact, she was coming here to me to get the perfume. Later on, she really became Mrs. Foster. Harry's wife jumped off a building and died.

“After marrying Harry, she started to secretly save money. Every time Harry gave her money, she would transfer it overseas to save it. After a few months, she asked me to help her do a fake paternity test. | asked her who the girl was, but she wouldn't tell me. However, the man was Harry. I'm sure of this. | don’t know which daughter the girl was. My relationship with Elena is only about sex and money. There's nothing else. The death of Harry's ex-wife had nothing to do with me. | guarantee that I'm telling the truth” After the video ended, the living room fell silent. For a moment, no one spoke After a long silence, Hackett couldn't help but curse out loud “Fuck How can she be so vicious? She knows and keeps being his mistress. | even suspect that Elena was the one that killed Natalie’s mother. Otherwise, how could she have the chance to marry into the Fosters?” Trevon and Frank gave him a look of admiration. This was something that had never happened before. You've grown smarter.” Hackett leaned against the bar counter and said proudly. “If Natalie's mother hadn't passed away, Elena would have always been a mistress. How could she ever become Mrs. Foster?” Frank could clearly feel the maliciousness in Trevon’s eyes. The temperature in the room had even dropped a few degrees. “I'll give you the evidence.

“Thank you” Whether it was Elena or Harry, they needed evidence against them. Without evidence, they could never bring them to justice.

Frank took a sip of his wine. “You're being so polite. I'm not used to it.” Trevon tightened his grip on his wine glass. “Everything about her is of utmost importance to me.” If things were really as he had expected, what would Natalie think? This thought made his heart ache For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room froze. There were all kinds of people in the world. Perhaps some people would really kill for money.

If one was overly greedy, one would lose all sense of morality. They would be solely focused on their own interests.

Laws, morals, worldviews, and what was right and what was wrong were all thrown out of the minds of greedy people. They would do anything to achieve their goals.

Sometimes, man could be much scarier than ghosts.

However, based on the current situation, the man Elena married was not reliable too. Perhaps she also knew it herself.

Otherwise, why would she use drugged perfume on him? However, she had blocked her escape route. She was never innocent to begin with. How could she be let off that easily Trevon had a sudden wild guess.