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

no idea about her alcohol tolerance. Even a

out.

to order a stronger one and settled for a slightly stronger drink

Sherri’s body, and she started feeling tipsy. She insisted on dragging Natalie to the dance floor, shouting about dazzling the

there was nothing Natalie

skills in music, chess, dance, and 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 flexible body

effects of the alcohol, Natalie couldn’t help but sway her slender waist along with the music. Her movements were seductive and graceful. Moreover, their appearances were attractive. They drew the attention of

was a release, an indulgence.

but exclaim. “Oh, my God! Quick, look! It’s my crush. My

only to find his crush on the dance

with excitement, and his blood was boiling.

In order to save his life, Hackett went to great lengths and. persuaded Trevon by giving

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

gaze turned to the woman on the dance floor. Natalie was indeed dazzling. And he could spot her at a glance.

into Natalie in a place like this. He thought inwardly,

motorcycles and dance at clubs. She seemed to be

my grandfather say she was a

like a young protective animal guarding its food, couldn’t stand it anymore. He exclaimed, “Trevon, we’re friends. But I

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

himself, “Mr. Blackwell, take care of yourself. The woman you’re interested in

Wilson.”

by Jim’s gaze. Then he

but was silenced by a

been spectating the whole scene, casually glanced at the dance floor. After careful consideration, he seemed to understand the situation, and a smirk of schadenfreude appeared on

grew tired from dancing and decided

had finished dancing and was surrounded by a circle of men trying to strike up a conversation. He realized someone was encroaching

swarm of men and couldn’t help but marvel at her best friend’s

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

left, Frank calmly spoke, “That woman

is really impressive. He could even know

Trevon replied. He coldly stared in Natalie’s direction, feeling increasingly

quite obsessed.” Hackett had never been

in his thoughts. He

Natalie. The people here were familiar with Hackett, Frank, and Trevon, the three of them. And upon seeing the audacious Hackett showing interest

of Athana. And then Sherri, who