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 don’t we order

no idea about her alcohol

out.

order a stronger one and settled

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

situation, there was nothing

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,

slender 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

was a release, an

God! Quick, look! It’s my

turned around abruptly, only to find his

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

life, Hackett went to great lengths and. persuaded Trevon by giving him a villa worth 20 million dollars, thus avoiding any damage to his own

were worth every penny. If he had gone to boxing tonight,

floor. Natalie was indeed dazzling. And he could spot

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

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

say she was a well–behaved girl? Is she

guarding its food, couldn’t stand it anymore.

got the better 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

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

Wilson.”

gaze. Then he asked, “What’s with

to say something but was silenced by a cold glance from Trevon

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

grew tired from dancing and decided to take a

of men trying to strike up

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

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

spoke, “That woman is

himself, “Mr. Roberts is really impressive. He could even know this?

coldly stared in Natalie’s

He’s quite obsessed.” Hackett had never

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

were familiar with Hackett, Frank, and Trevon, the three of them. And upon seeing the audacious

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