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.

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

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

out.

disapproving look, Sherri didn’t dare to order a stronger one and settled for a slightly stronger drink

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

that situation, there was nothing

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

waist 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

release, an indulgence.

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

only to find

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

went to great lengths

like those 20 million dollars were worth every penny. If he had gone

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

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

also ride motorcycles and

was a

its food, couldn’t stand it anymore. He exclaimed, “Trevon, we’re friends. But I had my eyes on this woman first. You can’t compete

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

thought to himself, “Mr. Blackwell, take care of yourself. The woman

Wilson.”

Then he asked, “What’s with that look, Mr. Hawk?”

by a

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

from dancing and

was surrounded by a circle of men trying to

help but marvel at her best friend’s figure and beauty.

wanted to remind Hackett

“That woman is your

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

name,” Trevon replied. He coldly stared in

one to back down when it comes to women. He’s quite obsessed.” Hackett had never been

contemplating something in his thoughts. He didn’t respond to Frank’s

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

This playboy was well–known in the social circle of Athana. And then Sherri, who was still