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.

and said, “Is it too

seemed that Sherri had no idea about her alcohol tolerance. Even

out.

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

started feeling tipsy. She insisted on dragging Natalie

there was nothing Natalie could do.

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 graceful and

couldn’t help but sway her slender waist along with the music. Her movements were seductive and

was a release,

my God! Quick, look! It’s my crush. My crush is there. Frank, look! I asked you to help me

around abruptly, only to find his crush

this moment, Hackett was filled with excitement, and his blood 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

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

on the dance floor. Natalie was indeed

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

can she fight, but she can also ride motorcycles and

was a well–behaved girl?

it anymore. He

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 beat. He turned his head and sympathetically looked at Hackett.

The woman you’re interested in is Mr.

Wilson.”

Then he asked,

something but was silenced by a cold glance from Trevon sitting next to

floor. After careful consideration, he

from dancing and decided to take a break

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 he couldn’t sit still.

at her best friend’s

wanted to remind Hackett that Natalie

“That

to himself, “Mr. Roberts is really impressive. He could even

name,” Trevon replied. He coldly stared in

He’s quite obsessed.” Hackett had never been able to resist

silent, contemplating something in his thoughts.

familiar with Hackett, Frank, and Trevon, the three

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