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.

said, “Is it too weak? Why don’t we order a stronger

about her alcohol tolerance. Even a

out.

stronger one and settled for a slightly stronger

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

that situation, there was nothing Natalie

to accompany Sherri to the dance floor. Natalie knew how to dance. Since she was young, her mother had cultivated her skills in music, chess, dance, and painting. After her mother passed away, her grandfather didn’t send her to learn outside

with the music. Her movements were seductive and graceful. Moreover, their appearances were attractive. They drew the attention of

a release, an

caught sight of the dazzling Natalie on the dance floor. He couldn’t help. but exclaim. “Oh, my God! Quick, look! It’s my crush. My crush is there.

he turned around abruptly, only to find

blood was boiling. He just

In order to save his life, Hackett went to great lengths and.

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

sitting 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 spot her at

uncertain. He didn’t expect to run into Natalie in a place like this. He thought inwardly, “Isn’t she a doctor? It seems she had quite a few hobbies outside of

she fight, but she can also ride motorcycles and dance at clubs. She seemed

my grandfather say she was a well–behaved girl?

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

made Hackett bold enough to compete openly with Trevon. When Jim finally took a look, he was taken aback, and his heart skipped a beat. He turned his

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

Wilson.”

Jim’s gaze. Then he asked, “What’s with that look,

something but was silenced by a cold glance from

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

had attracted attention, grew tired from dancing and decided to take a break and

trying to strike up a conversation. He realized someone was encroaching on his territory. And

men and couldn’t help but marvel at her best friend’s figure and beauty. She thought Trevon

fool of himself, he wanted to remind Hackett that Natalie was Trevon’s newlywed wife.

calmly spoke, “That woman is

is

name,” Trevon replied. He coldly stared in Natalie’s

hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol that night, added, “Hackett isn’t one to back down when it comes to women. He’s quite obsessed.” Hackett had never been able to resist attractive women, especially someone like

his thoughts. He didn’t respond

The people here were familiar with Hackett, Frank, and Trevon, the

soured upon seeing Hackett. This playboy was well–known in the social circle of Athana. And then