Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

After putting the box of tampons in his office, Jim took the documents to Jasper's office. When he pushed the door open, Jasper was working with his head lowered.

When Jim handed the document in his hand to Jasper, he opened it and found that it was not a project he was in charge of. His emotions were very stable and his expression was as cold as usual. He asked calmly, "Did my father go out?" His father had always been in charge of this project. Why was he suddenly asked to sign it? Jim could always see Mr. Wilson from Jasper. After all, they were father and son. However, his emotions were much more stable than his father's. Jasper was not as fickle as Chameleon. He answered truthfully, "Mr. Wilson said that he won't come to the company for the next few days. You'll be in charge of everything." Before Jasper could ask, Jim suddenly thought of a new word. "Mr. Wilson said that he went to repair the boat." Repair the boat? In just a few seconds, Jasper seemed to understand where his father had gone. He nodded to indicate that he understood. Jim could tell from Jasper's expression that he knew where his father had gone.

Out of curiosity, Jim asked, "Do you know where Mr. Wilson went?" Jasper was concise. There was no expression on his face. He did not stop his work. His voice was deep as he repeated simply, "Yes, repairing the boat." Jim was once again rendered speechless by the two Mr. Wilsons. 'What was going on? What is the point of repairing the boat?" In Lithern boxing gym, Trevon and Frank had already changed into casual clothes. The two of them leaned against the edge of the arena. One had his hands in his pockets, and the other had his arms crossed. They were both waiting for Hackett.

In the end, after waiting for 30 minutes, he still did not show up.

Frank smiled and raised his hand to look at the wristwatch that Ava had given him. "Good place. Everything is ready." Trevon also smiled and waited patiently. He had never waited for someone for so long. He had no complaints only when waiting for Natalie and his daughter. But this time he showed great patience. He smiled. "We can't watch him bear it alone." Upon hearing this, Frank felt that he had done his best as Jasper's uncle. When he married Ava, he had not been beaten up. Even Joseph had not even beaten him up. In the end, he had to be beaten up for his nephew's stupid choice of girlfriend. "Compared to you, I'm still relatively lucky. You have a tough body. You are born to get hit." Trevon glanced at Frank. He knew it was an irony. Sure enough, in the next second, Frank spoke up again. "You're probably the luckiest father in the world. | bet no one would get beaten up when his son is chasing a girl. Good for you." Frank's smile was annoying. Trevon could not be bothered with Frank's bitter words. "If Cyril finds a girl one day, please keep away no matter what happens." When Hackett came in leisurely, he saw Frank grinning while Trevon's face was gloomy. He had been tense since he came in and looked very angry. He held a cigarette in his hand and flicked the ashes to the ground.

Of course, Frank noticed this detail. Normally, if Hackett were to throw the ashes on his expensive carpet, Frank would have directly kicked him. But he could only fake a smile and endure it at this moment.

This was exactly what Hackett wanted. He wanted to make Frank unable to vent his anger. It would be better if he was irritated to madness. The good uncle was still holding his breath. In short, Hackett would do whatever he was not allowed to do. His main focus was to go against Frank in anything.

Before the two of them could speak, Hackett threw the cigarette box to Trevon and signaled for him to smoke one. Frank took the cigarette box from Trevon's hand and tapped a cigarette with his index finger. "Go ahead. If you don't smoke today, one of us will die." Trevon, who had quit smoking for years, raised his chin and took the cigarette from Frank's hand. He stuffed it into his mouth and Hackett threw a lighter at him.

In an instant, white smoke slowly ignited from the three chimneys, one after another. No one spoke until Trevon's chest felt stuffy and his mouth felt extremely uncomfortable. "Tell me, what can | do to appease your anger?" Frank didn't say anything. He was invited as accompaniment. He smoked quietly as if he wasn't here to be beaten up but to watch a show.

After a while, Hackett put out the cigarette with his fingers. Gratitude was overflowing in Frank's heart when he saw this man did not pinch the cigarette directly on the carpet. 'Thank God. My carpet is safe." "Come on, who's the first to get beaten up?" Hackett was talking about getting beaten up, not fighting. This meant that he wanted to vent his anger.

Frank stood up straight and put out his cigarette. He stretched his waist and said, "Let me do it first. You have a more miserable future later. You should mentally prepare yourself first." The second half of the sentence was directed at Trevon.

The three of them stood up. Trevon was standing below the stage. The three of them tacitly did not say that they would end the friendship.

The two people on stage were dressed in casual clothes. Frank glanced at the Hackett's aloof face. "What's your request? I'm not allowed to use my hands or I'll just let you beat me up." Frank's words were quite insulting. In normal circumstances, Hackett could by no means beat one of them, but today he had to vent his anger and take revenge on the two assholes before. As long as he could see the damage on their faces, it didn't matter if the method was insulting or not.

Hackett smiled evilly and stared at Frank's eyes. He had already thought of where to punch first. Frank received his gaze and cursed in his heart. He smiled and said, "Why don't we pick up a new spot?" If the wound was obvious, that would hurt Ava and Nona. Especially Nona, she may burst into tears.

Hackett turned a deaf ear to his bargaining. In any case, today's main target was being a traitor. He had to punch wherever Frank didn't want. It was best if he could fight until he crumpled into dust. "It's your choice whether to break up or punch your face." With that, Frank was defeated. He reached out and touched his face. "Alright, come on. Vent your resentment.

Do whatever makes you happy. You'll be responsible for disfiguring my face." Hackett threw out a cold sentence that frightened Frank even more. "Alright, I'll be responsible." Frank touched his cheek and pursed his lips. "That's a good attitude. Come on, let's end this quickly. The sooner | die, the sooner | get a new life!" Frank put his hands behind his back and did not stand still to let Hackett hit him. He was still dodging and trying his best to avoid his attack. However, Frank was bearing great resentment today. His punches were stronger than ever. Even the air was stirred up.

A gust of wind brushed past Frank's cheek. Frank turned his head, but Hackett's left hand immediately went to hit Frank's head. Hackett's random fighting style instantly made Frank's head dizzy. Frank shook his head. Before he could open his eyes, Hackett punched his eye. Frank was in so much pain that he reached out and shouted, "Fuck, you're fucking jealous of my pretty face. You are targeting my face. It's the second punch now. At least leave me an eye to see. | don't want to be blind, bro." Frank grimaced in pain and gasped. The pain cut straight into his bones. He rubbed his eye with his palm and did not dare to use too much strength. His eyes were red. Hackett was going all out.

"What kind of fighting style is this? Did you secretly practice it?" The corners of Hackett's mouth twitched imperceptibly at Frank's curse, but he quickly stopped smiling and continued to keep a grumpy face.

Trevon, who was standing below the stage, saw the smile on Hackett's face and heaved a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Hackett would not be appeased. He smiled and put out his cigarette. He placed one hand on the edge of the arena and jumped onto the stage. He stretched his neck and said, "Frank just hid something.

He's innocent. Vent the rest of your anger on me. Coupled with my son's mistake, you can't do whatever you like.

I, Trevon Wilson, won't get off the arena today. How about that?" He was in charge of taking the beating for his son. His son only had one task to treat Ruby well.

Frank did not dare to act like a sworn buddy. He knew what was good for him and jumped off the stage. He called the manager over and asked him to bring some ice packs. He showed a regretful face as if they were just fair- weathered friends.

Hackett met Trevon's firm eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he agreed. "Alright." Frank pulled a stool and sat quietly below the stage as an audience. He crossed his legs and tilted his body. The corners of his mouth twitched in pain. The manager took the ice pack as Trevon was being beaten up ruthlessly on the stage. His eyes widened. He thought he was hallucinating.

The manager had only seen Mr. Blackwell being crushed. He had also seen Trevon fight, Frank. His martial arts skills were definitely above Mr. Blackwell's. So why today was he that pathetic underdog? "Give me the ice and you can leave now. Do you know what to do?" Frank covered his eyes with one hand and stared at the manager with a cold gaze.

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"Yeah." After the manager closed the door, Frank continued to watch the battle. When he saw that Trevon's eye sockets had also been punched, he smiled with gloat. He was laughing and did not have any guilt at all.

On the stage, Hackett also smiled when he saw Trevon's head shaking from the beating. However, to maintain his angry appearance, he stopped smiling when Trevon looked up.

Trevon had also been punched in the cheek and kicked in the stomach several times. Today he got beaten the most times since he was young, and it was also the most satisfying battle. "Come on. I'm waiting for you to vent all your anger." Visit english.net to read full content.

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Trevon moved his aching shoulder. "Do you feel better? Is it enough?" Hackett sat down on the stage and glanced at the two of them. "It's alright. Ah, | knew you wanted my Ruby." Seeing that the two of them had stopped fighting, Frank jumped up on the stage and threw two ice packs. He sat next to Hackett, who pretended to push him away in disdain. "Stay away from me. Gross." "That's boring. I've already pampered you as my girlfriend. Ava and Nona have never hit me before. You're the first one. My first time has been given to you for nothing. Why are you still unhappy after taking advantage of me?" "I'm fucking tired too. Do you think | want to bear you up? | don't need to exhaust myself today if the two of you were not assholes." After being beaten up, Trevon's lips were still curled into a smile. He listened to the two of them bicker with an ice pack.

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Frank retorted, "You still expect me to find you a second son-in-law? I'm not your dating agent." Trevon followed. "I only have one son. And my two daughters are both straight." With that, the three of them burst into laughter at the same time. Hackett used his shoulder to hit Trevon's shoulder on the right. Trevon was in so much pain that he elbowed him in the waist.