Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 434 The dream-like lights kept changing. The tall glasses at the bar reflected the gorgeous lights. The men and women on the dance floor kept dancing, rolling their hips. The flirtatious vibe temporarily made the people forget all their troubles. They were immersed in the deafening world of music, addicted and intoxicated, unable to distinguish reality from beautiful dreams.

Upstairs, three men, who were dressed similarly, sat in a booth on the second floor. It was 10 at night and they were in a noisy environment, but it was as if they were isolated from the world. There were several bodyguards standing at the stairs, and their postures declared loudly that no one was allowed to disturb them.

Ever since Trevon got married, the three of them had not had a good gathering. At most, they would bump into each other at the entrance of the hospital, let alone come to a bar. It was one of the places that they did not go anymore.

Tonight's gathering was arranged by Hackett. Trevon was worried about Natalie being alone at home. For the past few days, Jasper had been staying at the Wilson's residence, while the two of them remained at the Phoenix Manor.

In order to prevent him from worrying, Natalie suggested going to the Wilson's residence to accompany Jasper. She also wanted to visit his grandfather and help take his blood pressure. However, Trevon knew that Natalie was giving him space.

Looking at the dissipation on the first floor, Trevon crossed his legs and placed one hand on the couch. He peeled a lemon candy with one hand and stuffed it into his mouth. He gestured to Hackett, who was sitting opposite him and beside Frank.. “Speak.

After you're done, I'll go home to accompany my wife.” Hackett was wearing the same ostentatious style today. He was wearing a rose—red short-sleeved shirt, white pants, and a pair of sneakers. His hair was even sprayed with gel.

He appeared extremely fanciful.

Compared to Hackett, Trevon was dressed much simpler. He had gray pants and a white short-sleeved shirt. The same for Frank, who was also very simple. He had black pants and a white short-sleeved shirt.

Trevon ate candy and Frank smoked.

Frank took the cigarette box from the table and took out a cigarette with his fingers. He put it between his lips and lit it. Instantly, the smoke filled Hackett's nose and choked him.

Smelling the smoke, Hackett's smoking addiction kicked in. He took out a cigarette from Frank's cigarette box and lit it. “Can you blow your smoke over there? I'm choking.” “Why don’t you show me someone who doesn't exhale?” Frank kicked Hackett, who was beside him.

Since he had a favor to ask of the two of them, Hackett had no choice but to shut up.

Frank raised his chin and asked Trevon, who was facing him, “Go on. Have one too.” Trevon was no longer addicted to smoking. He said concisely, “I quit.” In that case, Frank did not force him. He casually threw the cigarette box back on the table.

Hackett grinned and took out the proposal for his wedding. He had rushed it out with Sherri for a few nights and worked overtime to get the advertising company to produce small notebooks for it.

Inside were full of details that Sherri wanted to try out. A once—in—a-lifetime wedding had to be agreed to, “Take a look. I've ordered three sets of best man outfits with Sherri. Take a look and see which style you want.” As he spoke, he placed the two notebooks in front of the two groomsmen.

Trevon's mouth was filled with lemon flavor. The candy was a little sour. He casually took the notebook and said. “The candy is too sour.” Frank took a deep puff of his cigarette and took the notebook with one hand. “No one asked you to eat it. You get it for free and yet still have the cheek to complain.” Hackett thought, “True. Frank's cigarette is milder and yet | don’t even express my opinion.” Trevon held the notebook with both hands and propped his elbow on the couch. He leaned sideways. “How many programs did you prepare? It's so thick. Isn't your wife pregnant?” “I've already reduced it by a lot.” If he hadn't stopped Sherri, it would have been even thicker.

Trevon was still feeling the weight and wondering if Sherri was faking her pregnancy. He did not open the notebook. Frank opened it first and expressed his opinion. “Did your wife transmigrate from the past?” Trevon narrowed his eyes and became interested. A wedding that could make Frank ask that question was probably unique. He opened it and took a look.

The only thought in his mind was that he was glad that he did not agree to share a wedding with Sherri. How was this a wedding? It was like shooting a soap opera. No wonder Frank asked this question.

It's really possible that she wants to fulfill her dream. Are you sure there’s no time machine under your wife’s bed?” Trevon couldn't help but laugh when he read the information. However, when he flipped to the best man suit, his face darkened.

‘Hackett, you don’t want to get married, right?” Frank had already finished reading the information. He placed the information on his knees and said, “Just tell us how much hatred and resentment you have for us today.” Two dissatisfied gazes were fixed on Hackett, who was smiling obsequiously. It made his hair stand on end, but he had no choice. His wife wanted such a wedding, and his own mother and father had agreed. As someone without a family status, he had no chance to object.

Besides, the plan he saw was quite good. It was very unique.

He quite liked it too.

Hackett met their dissatisfied gazes and panicked. He quickly picked up the information and explained. He was afraid that his two best friends would quit. He had originally made an appointment with Chris tonight. However, Chris said that he had surgery and could not come over. Regarding the matter of the best man, Chris readily agreed and reported his size.

It was mainly because Chris was too busy. Hackett did not have time to explain what the best man suit was. Chris had already reported the size and was very cooperative.

He was so cooperative that Hackett felt a little embarrassed.

He felt guilty for tricking an honest person.

Hackett began to explain, “Look, the first set is the uniform of servants. | put it in the proposal. | didn’t plan to let you wear it.” Trevon and Frank had their thoughts plainly written on their faces. If he dared let them try it on, they would hurt him. Hackett felt a chill down his spine. He coughed. “I know you guys definitely won't wear it. It's mainly because we want to show we have prepared for it well that we put it in. The second set is the guard uniform in yellow. Do you like it?” Hackett liked the yellow set very much. However, when they met the two sharp gazes, it was obvious that they did not like it. He retracted his gaze nervously and said to himself, “Alright, if you don't like this, then the last one should be okay. The last set is still a little cool. | chose this for a long time. It's guaranteed to be handmade.” Hackett continued to boast, saying. “This third set is the uniform of the royal guard. Look at this color. It's so beautiful in blue.

Also, the pattern and color are cool looking. Look at this belt.” Frank crossed his legs and picked up the notebook again to take a look. It looked alright. He looked sideways at Hackett beside him and asked, “Those who are in the know knew that you're getting married. Those who don’t know will think that you're a salesperson from some wedding dress company. Is this the pink bridesmaid dress?” “Look at this top. It's pink and the skirt is light blue. It's a perfect match for your royal guard uniform, right? Take a closer look.” Trevon could not bear to look at Hackett's self-praises. He also knew that this fellow was afraid that they would not want to wear it. He picked up the notebook and looked at it again. “You shouldn't be selling properties. You should be selling wedding dresses.

You're in the wrong profession.” Seeing that their expressions had softened, Hackett became bolder. “Since Natalie can’t participate, the number of best man and bridesmaids is not compatible. They must be in pairs. | called Stella. Is there any objection?” Trevon said indifferently, “You're the one getting married, not me.” Frank didn’t say anything. Anyway, his bridesmaid was Ava, so he didn’t care who Hackett called.

For a moment, it was quiet. The three of them were looking at the information and agreed. Although the three of them were arguing, they would still risk their lives for each other when it came to important matters. For example, letting Trevon wear such clothes to be Hackett’s best man was enough to show how deep their relationship was.

After a while, Trevon realized the problem. With candy in his mouth, he said, “You're not ostentatious enough. Are you and your wife acting as a down-and—out young lady and young gentleman, or the crown prince and princess?” Hackett said affirmatively, “The crown prince and princess.” Trevon sneered. “Have you ever seen a crown prince with three pairs of people when he gets married? Your crown prince is so miserable. Did he just return from a trip to the slums?” After hearing Trevon’s words, Frank couldn't hold it in anymore. The cigarette between his lips was trembling. He spread his hands and placed them on the sofa. “I'll get the men.” Trevon gave Frank a sideways glance. “I'll get the men.” Hackett did not understand what the two of them meant. It was only when he met the two pairs of eyes that looked at him as if he was a fool that he understood. A light came on in his brain and he said, “You guys are planning to support my wedding. Thank you.” 16:17 Next, Hackett watched frotn the sidelines as Trevon and Frank were at odds.

Trevon was the first to speak. He crossed his legs and swallowed the sour taste in his mouth. “Why should | get the women?” Frank pointed out something at once. “He wants someone who can square dance, not pole dance. My people from the Lithern Club can't do it” Naturally, he was referring to Hackett.

These words made Hackett and Trevon laugh. The three of them smiled at the same time.

“Where am | going to get the women? If | find a bunch of women, will you answer to my wife?” Trevon asked Frank Frank said, “Your wife is not my wife. Why do | have to answer to her?” Seeing that the two of them were both thinking of getting men, Hackett thought of a good idea. “Wait a minute, don’t be agitated.

| have a good idea.” Trevon and Frank said in unison, “Speak.” Hackett fixed his gaze on Trevon and met his eyes with a smile. “Trevon, why don’t you lend me your company’s secretary department?” “Look. Aren't they being paid all the same?” Frank curled his lips and said slyly.

Trevon gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t you fucking have female secretaries in the Roberts Group?” Frank continued, “Do you think Grace's secretary is reliable?” No one had the upper hand, but relatively speaking, Grace didn’t have any reliable and delicate women around her. All of them were strong women. Those who could work under Grace couldn't be weak.

The Roberts Group had plain employees too, but they were afraid that they would be unreliable. After all, it was Hackett's wedding that day. It would not be worth it if something went wrong.

On the other hand, Trevon’s secretarial team was different. They all looked remarkable. Back then, Hackett had been envious.

He kept asking where Trevon had poached a team that looked even better than celebrities. Their temperaments and heights were about the same. If they all wore maids’ clothes on the wedding day, they would definitely look good.

Hackett said. “Trevon, do me a favor. | originally planned to use three pairs of best man and bridesmaid, but you wanted to help me make it a bigger fanfare. You can see me through to the end. I'll explain to Natalie. | guarantee that she won't find trouble with you.” Frank smiled and replied, “If his wife finds out, she might even help him choose, right?” Trevon didn’t answer Frank because such a thing could happen. After all, it was Sherri’s wedding. In addition, Natalie couldn't be Sherri’s bridesmaid because of her pregnancy. She felt a little apologetic to Sherri.