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.

“Is it too weak? Why

It seemed that Sherri had no idea about

out.

to order a stronger one and settled

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

there was nothing Natalie could

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 but instead secretly arranged for instructors to come to their home. Her dancing skills were quite impressive, with a

along with the music. Her movements were seductive and graceful. Moreover, their appearances were attractive. They drew the attention of the people around them. Many young gentlemen were constantly

a release, an indulgence.

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 you didn’t. Now she’s here on her

around abruptly, only to find

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

he was supposed to accompany 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 million dollars, thus avoiding any

had gone to boxing tonight, he wouldn’t

Natalie was indeed dazzling.

He didn’t expect to run into Natalie in a place like this. He

also ride motorcycles and dance at clubs. She seemed to be

a

stand it anymore. He exclaimed, “Trevon, we’re

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

take care of yourself. The woman you’re interested in is Mr. Wilson’s wife, Mrs.

Wilson.”

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

a cold glance from Trevon sitting next to

careful consideration, he seemed to understand

tired from dancing and decided to take a break and sit down.

men trying to strike up a conversation. He

at her best friend’s

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

calmly spoke, “That woman is your

that, Jim thought to himself, “Mr. Roberts is really impressive. He could

He coldly stared in Natalie’s direction, feeling increasingly annoyed and

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 Natalie, who was a true beauty. Even Frank, known for his self–control, couldn’t help but find her

remained silent, contemplating something in his thoughts. He didn’t

with Hackett, Frank, and Trevon, the three of them.

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