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.

ear and said, “Is it too weak? Why

It seemed that Sherri had no idea about her alcohol tolerance. Even a weaker drink

out.

Sherri didn’t dare to order a stronger one

Sherri’s body, and she started feeling tipsy. She insisted on dragging Natalie to

was nothing Natalie could

dance, and painting. After her mother passed away, her grandfather didn’t send her to learn outside but instead secretly arranged

the 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

a release,

had sharp eyes and 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. Frank, look! I asked you to help me look her up, but

searches, he turned around abruptly, only to

and his blood was boiling. He just wanted to sit

Trevon to boxing today. In order to save his life, Hackett went to great lengths and. persuaded Trevon by giving him a villa worth 20

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

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 a glance. It seemed that she was the only one dancing there.

a place like this. He thought inwardly, “Isn’t she a doctor? It seems she had quite a

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

a well–behaved girl? Is she

a young protective animal guarding its food, couldn’t stand it anymore. He exclaimed, “Trevon,

of Jim, who was sitting nearby. He wondered what kind of woman worth Hackett’s protection was and made Hackett bold enough to compete openly with Trevon. When Jim finally took a look, he was taken aback, and his heart skipped a

The woman you’re interested in is Mr. Wilson’s

Wilson.”

Jim’s gaze. Then he

silenced by a cold

floor. After careful consideration, he

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

on the dance floor had finished dancing and was surrounded by a circle of men trying to strike up a conversation. He realized someone was encroaching on his territory. And

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

of himself, he wanted to remind Hackett that Natalie was

spoke, “That woman is your

“Mr. Roberts is really impressive.

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

of alcohol that night, added, “Hackett isn’t one to back down when it comes to women. He’s quite obsessed.” Hackett had never

thoughts. He didn’t respond to Frank’s words.

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

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