Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 18

At precisely 10 o’clock in the evening, Sherri’s car came to a steady stop outside the Lithern Club. She exited the vehicle and handed the keys to the security guard.

True to its reputation as the prime bar in Athana, the Lithern Club exuded luxury from its exterior alone. Natalie was somewhat hesitant to go inside.

Knowing her best friend’s intentions, Sherri couldn’t let it slide. Then she told Natalie, “You can’t do something so unethical. If you bail on me tonight, we’ll cut ties.”

“You’d better watch fewer soap operas,” Natalie replied.

“Soap operas are so entertaining. You just don’t get it,” Sherri said.

Natalie wore a black form–fitting knee–length dress that evening. Her face had a subtle natural makeup look, comfortable and effortless. Her dark curly hair cascaded down, creating a beautiful aesthetic.

On the other hand, Sherri wore a contrasting red form–fitting dress, seductive and alluring. Her dress was shorter than Natalie’s, and she wore a pair of white high heels. Her chestnut–colored curls were also flowing freely.

When they were getting their hair permed together, Sherri asked Natalie to dye their hair together. But Natalie adamantly

refused.

With the night breeze on her face, Natalie adjusted her suit jacket and asked skeptically, “Can we go in now, Sherri? Aren’t you cold?”

On such a cold night, Sherri prioritized style over warmth and didn’t even wear a jacket.

Just looking at her, Natalie already felt cold.

Thinking the bar’s exterior was already luxurious, little did they know that the interior design was even more extravagant. The ground floor had a dance floor with a starry sky design overhead. Blaring notes reached their ears. And in the dim environment, the starry sky above shimmered even more brilliantly, like a galaxy of stars.

Standing there, one could feel the class divide. This was where the wealthy gathered.

Natalie couldn’t bear to spend her hard–earned money here.

The second floor housed VIP seating, undoubtedly a spot for the affluent to sit above and look down on everything.

Indeed, poverty could limit one’s imagination. There was nothing you couldn’t achieve, only things hadn’t thought of.

The temperature inside was relatively high. Sherri grabbed Natalie and found a nice spot where they could oversee the entire dance floor.

Natalie hung her jacket on the back of the chair and lazily leaned against the bar counter. Then she asked the bartender for at low–proof drink.

leaned closer to her ear and said, “Is it too weak? Why don’t we order a stronger bottle?”

idea about her alcohol tolerance.

out.

stronger one and

drinks, the alcohol spread through Sherri’s body, and she started feeling tipsy. She insisted on dragging

situation, there was nothing Natalie could

painting. After her mother passed away, her grandfather didn’t send her to learn outside but instead secretly arranged for instructors to come to their home. Her dancing skills were quite impressive, with a graceful and

her slender waist along with the music. Her movements were seductive and graceful. Moreover, their appearances were attractive. They drew

was a release, an

exclaim. “Oh, my God! Quick, look! It’s my crush. My crush is there. Frank, look! I asked you to help me look her up, but you didn’t. Now she’s here

he turned around abruptly, only

filled with excitement, and his blood was boiling. He just wanted to sit next

his life, Hackett went to great lengths and. persuaded

every penny. If he had gone to boxing tonight, he wouldn’t have been

in a VIP room on the second floor. And his gaze turned to the woman on the dance floor. Natalie was indeed dazzling. And he could

in a place like this.

can also ride motorcycles and dance

grandfather say she was a well–behaved girl? Is she just

couldn’t help but stare at Natalie. And Hackett, like a young protective animal guarding its food, couldn’t stand it anymore. He exclaimed, “Trevon, we’re friends. But I had my eyes on

made Hackett bold enough to compete openly with Trevon. When Jim finally took a look, he was

himself, “Mr. Blackwell, take care of yourself. The

Wilson.”

Then he asked, “What’s with that

to say something but was silenced by a

careful consideration, he seemed to understand the situation, and a smirk of

tired from dancing and

that Natalie on the dance floor had finished dancing and was surrounded by a circle of men trying to strike up a conversation.

saw the swarm of men and couldn’t help but marvel at her best friend’s figure and beauty. She thought Trevon really missed

saw Hackett making a fool of himself, he wanted to remind Hackett that Natalie

calmly spoke, “That woman

himself, “Mr. Roberts is really impressive. He could even

replied. He coldly stared in Natalie’s

quite obsessed.” Hackett had never been able to resist attractive women, especially someone like Natalie, who was a true beauty.

something in his thoughts. He didn’t respond

sat next to Natalie. The people here were familiar with Hackett, Frank, and Trevon, the

was well–known in the social circle of Athana. And then Sherri, who was still sober, quickly positioned herself